I went there numerous times when it was Cafe Royale, shit, I think I went there when it was something else too. Anyway, I was there two weekends ago. My buddy and I were out on a Friday, not doing any damage and all of a sudden I'm here at this place with him. There's no cover charge. We use the bathroom, and we walk to the other side of the room. I don't remember what happened at this moment, but next thing I know, I'm being dragged upstairs to the VIP room. I've been up there before, I'm hoping for extras. Why is it the bartender up here is always hotter than the girl you chose?
In the past, I remember a line of divided cubicles but she brought me into a room with a couch and a curtain. Perhaps, I signed up for more than I had in the past? Her name is Mariah and after they finally get my card to go through we're off to business, except it's just a lapdance with no extras. Nothing can coax her. I've previously got extras in the past from here and I am disappointed yet I keep going for more time and she keeps giving me tequila shots. Next thing I know, I'm awake in my friends house covered in dried up vomit. She gave me her number for some reason, I thought for out calls, but she just wants me to know when she's working again. I checked my credit card statement and the damage was around $900. Needless to say, I will not be returning.