The young couple sits down on a leather couch. There are a disco ball, a wooden bar adorned with Christmas lights, vinyl chairs situated around a few Formica tables, and a parquet dance floor replete with a single metal pole. The clandestine club would fit right into a pleasant snapshot from 1978. It's their first time here, and a few people stare as they amble past the pool table, wide-eyed and a bit nervous. on a recent Saturday, a young couple - a broad-shouldered man in slacks and a petite blond in her mid-20s wearing a polka-dot dress - walks through the black door and into Club Hedonism.

The only hint of what happens beyond the door is a worn sign leaning against a pole near the parking lot. There's an unmarked black door at the end of a Pompano Beach strip mall, next to a laundromat and a dollar store and across the street from an Episcopal church.