No luxuries here, but a lot to offer.

Definitely a mixed bag. Quick view is it's no big luxury club with lights and sparkles. (I think Sparkles stopped working there a few months ago.) Delilah's is a high-mileage spot where you can get what you're looking for and move on.

Some of the girls are terrifyingly unattractive, yet they still want to go on stage and have you perform their annual gynecological exam. The place is dim, dingy, and dank, and the nicest part of the place all is the bare plywood cubbies they've built out to serve as "VIP Rooms." You know, they do get the job done.

The building feels seedy as hell and in no way sets a mood for anything but shame. If you have any shame at all, you'll find it here. The place is concrete block, decorated in "early abandoned bowling alley." I'd say it feels 'sterile,' but that would definitely not be the right word here.