Thinking that perhaps I wasn't fair...

Thinking that perhaps I wasn't fair to C2k in an earlier review, I returned at a busier time on a Saturday night. I've decided that my focus (on girls) was misplaced. This club is about ... FURNITURE. They have a lot of it, so much that even when the seats aren't full, it is a challenge to navigate the room. It appears to be challenging for the ladies, too, especially when 6-inch heels and alcohol are combined. The furniture is modern-looking, mostly clean, and would look good in your den, especially if you also have paintings on velvet. It goes well with the hip-hop music played at ear-bleeding volume to an entirely white clientele. The girls, who are reasonably attentive in a we're-part-of-the-furnishings-too way, are almost universally slim, gorgeous, and refrigerated. Private dances take place on benches at the edge of the room. It's very public, but not to worry; nothing worse than a handshake -- that's a real handshake, guys, not a euphemism for something else -- is going to happen.