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It's entitled what it's like to attend Silicon Valley's ultimate swingers party where VCs start up employees and engineers swap sex partners for the night.

It comes to us from fortune and the author is Lori Segal.

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All right. Lori Segal, the author of this piece, created the startup beat at CNN more than a decade ago as money flooded into Silicon Valley after the great recession.

Segal covered a generation of founders before their companies became societal disruptors. The beat gave her a backstage pass to a period of both remarkable innovation and serious backlash.

In her new memoir, special characters, my adventure with Tex Titans and misfits. She reflects on her years covering the likes of Travis Ubers Travis Galactic and Facebook's Zuckerberg.

She also gives the backstory behind some of her more memorable adventures. This edited excerpt below focuses on Segal's reporting for CNN series entitled Sex Drugs in Silicon Valley.

As the tech world boomed, Segal discovered that a growing number of the Bay Area's newly rich entrepreneurs and engineers were opening their marriages and exploring concepts like sex parties and polyamorous relationships through the lens of technology.

Applying the concept of disruption to their own personal lives in chasing the story. Segal got a close up look at a hidden side of Silicon Valley. All right. We begin the piece now.

When the cab dropped me off in front of the tidy little building in Oakland, it was hard to imagine that it housed a dominatrix dungeon as I walked into the beige lobby.

It occurred to me that there was nothing particularly notable other than how quiet it was inside. I scanned the nondescript space for any traces of BDSM.

But only found signs for women's voters league. I went up the stairs through a side door that led to a secret dungeon.

A woman with long dark hair and jade eyes wearing an ankle length black dress created me. It was Madame Rose.

Welcome, she said smiling. She led me into the dungeon full of contraptions hanging sex wings and a large cage in the corner. The wall held black leather mask, gas mask, long silver chains and leather restraints.

And what she would later inform me was a device used for low grade electronic shocks.

In an attempt to come off as professional and not British, I will myself to act normal.

Take a seat. I obeyed looking around uncomfortably. I found myself propped up against what I soon learned was a bench reserved for spanking.

Everything in here is high tech. She explained as I glanced at one of the gas masks that had iPod earbuds attached.

My tech clients helped me create much of this. She point to a large contraption above us. That crane can hold up to 900 pounds. It was built by one of my engineer clients. I looked up and off.

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