On Saturday, June 28, Brussels ended Pride Month not with a whisper, but with a moan.
The Standard, Brussels and Nightfall — the sultry luxury sex toy house redefining eroticism as a daily ritual — joined forces for an intimate, unfiltered Pride closing dinner that reimagined pleasure as both art and appetite. Held in the hotel’s most seductive corner, the evening blurred lines between conversation and confession, identity and intimacy, theory and practice. No shame. No safe words. Just honest, electric exchange.
Guests gathered to explore the sacred and the sensual in all its forms — with courses served alongside curated questions that sparked as much heat as the wine pairings. The mood? Warm, open, and just a little wicked.
If you could order pleasure like room service, what would you ask for?
Nick Coutsier answered without blinking: “An orgasm for starter, an orgasm for main, and an orgasm for dessert.”
Filip Arix? Ever the romantic: “The chef’s choice. A surprise. Or maybe just the dish of the day.”
Deborah Bloemen went classic luxury: “Late check-out.”
When asked when they feel most attractive, An Vandevorst’s answer said it all: “When someone is looking at me.” And as for what part needs more attention, Karina Zharmukambetova summed up a self-love era best: “I feel like I’m in a really good place with all the attention I need.”
And Tom Eerebout, fashion’s own provocateur, shared a truth about taking a nude selfie we all know but rarely admit: “It’s all about the lighting and the angle.”
Dries Vriesackers said his favorite way to build tension was “subtle touches,” though the glances passed across the table all evening suggested there were plenty of ways to raise the stakes.
The night closed not with a toast, but a whisper — or maybe a gasp — a promise that pride isn’t just something you parade. It’s something you practice. Every. Single. Day.
