Teleport to ... not Baltimore

You walk through the doors...no, stop. You drive up and it's a lone building, there's parking, there's no crackheads around, there's security visible outside the club. In fact, you can park your car in the showoff spots outside the doors if you dare. But you can seemingly park your car on the street or in a nearby lot without being scared for it.

Anyway, you walk in and you're not in a Baltimore club. It's...nice.

The interior is split into two floors. You walk into the main area which houses at least two stages. A main stage is appended to the bar. The girls come down a staircase to make their grand entrance and then dance on a half oval while there's a small perverts row for you to throw dollars at them. On the left hand side is the other stage and it has a small PR while being backed by what I assume are VIP seats. That's a fun set up but the PR's got full quick. Behind your back at the main stage is another row of elevated VIP seats. Girls were hanging out at the VIP seats with a crew and their bottles, I don't know if it's part of the bottle package (and at $300 for Patron, not too shabby) or if they're just making the rounds.