There were practicalities that kept the night from collapsing into chaos. Security in the club operated like a respectful bouncer-knight order — visible but unobtrusive, a presence that intervened with trained tact. There were clear signals and redundancies; a wristband system for quick identification of people needing assistance, a quiet corner with water and blankets, and regular announcements about consent that didn’t sound moralizing because they were woven into the vibe like a bassline. That scaffolding allowed extremes to be explored without leaving people to fend for themselves.