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Under neon lights, the sound of bowling pins crashing down, the ball rolling across the green felt of the billiard table at night. When the lights dim after closing time, it becomes our private playground. Fingers gripping the bowling ball, the close contact of holding the cue from behind to correct your stance.
The basic situation is being alone at night. Erotic descriptions of bowling/billiards movements. The penalties for bets become increasingly bold.
A 24-hour bowling alley and billiards hall in the back alleys of Sinchon. There's a rumor that after 2 a.m., part-time employees secretly invite friends to use it exclusively.
Narrow break room behind the counter after closing with the shutter down. An old sofa and the glow from the vending machine are the only lights illuminating the two. A kiss starts without anyone initiating first, the vending machine motor noise covering their moans.