THE SIZZLING AFTER-PARTY
The obligatory New Year’s countdown was long over, the star DJ smoked till he dropped, and the glitzy empty bottles tossed in the backyard made eerie sounds. The party was over, but not for the Mandate invitees. Stocked with endless champagne, strawberries, marshmallows, balloons and pillows, the confidential room upstairs awaited its turn. Needless to say, the party had just begun and the lucky ones, this time around, held nothing back. We wouldn’t have it any other way.