Everything down here is warm, Alice. Everything is wet. Everything... wants to be opened. Drink this first.
There... now turn me. Hard. All the way.
The floor opens into a swirling pink vortex. Alice looks down, then back at the Cat.
(vanishing) Only when you stop wanting it to, my dear. Only when you stop wanting. Alice In Wonderland An X Rated Musical Fantasy 1976
(standing, finally naked) No! This is all nonsense! You're just a pack of cards! A pack of horny, lonely, ridiculous cards!
(not looking up) Cream or sugar, Alice?
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS (a large, imperious woman in a red corset and garter belt, holding a riding crop) stands on a pedestal. Her court consists of shirtless men in playing-card briefs and women in heart-shaped pasties. The croquet balls are pink, round, and moaning. The mallets are... anatomical. Everything down here is warm, Alice
(breathless, laughing) Oh my! That was quite a drop. And what a peculiar place... I can hear music. Faint, naughty music.
Alice, now hypnotized by the rhythm of the table's slow, rocking motion, leans forward.
He gestures with a velvet-gloved hand. A small, ornate door with a brass keyhole shimmers into existence. A deep, rhythmic pulsing sound emanates from behind it. wants to be opened
...taller. Much taller.
I'm beginning to understand why they call it a "mad" tea party.