NOTE: This review is from the perspective of a 42 year old who has yet to get old....in Vegas with a group of 30-40ish single & married GFs who love to dance!
This was the second club we went to while in town. We got on the VIP list, so getting in was hassle-free (and free free). I don't think any of us would have been too happy to hang out in line for this place, so this was definitely a benefit. (We never did end up paying to get in any club...definitely a benefit of being female in LV!)
It was packed and the only dance floor we ever visited was jammed. This is where my education started...
Things have changed a bit since I was clubbing back in the 80's/90's. After dancing for awhile, I returned to our table and told my friend that she should not venture out on that dance floor unless she wanted to be f***** with her clothes on. Sorry to put it so bluntly, but there is no other way to put it...that's exactly what happens. Almost immediately after getting onto the dance floor, any single ladies are "claimed" (usually from behind so it pays to turn around regularly and see if you were just innocently nudged or you now "belonged" to someone) and the dirty dancing starts. I actually don't mind this as I'm not the conservative type and I have absolutely no problem being assertive...if this is not you though, beware. The music was awesome...great DJ. Smooth transitions and a great mix.
Thankfully, we got their early enough (11 pm) to find a small table...no easy feat. It was the only reason all of us were able to keep track of each other. We kept returning to the same bartender because she didn't treat us like crap for actually using our free drink wristbands (Hint: Order beer...cuz the free well drinks seem to be purposely made to taste awful so you will happily pay a ransom for a decent drink). She even gave us multiple bottled waters the entire night...pretty exceptional as I honestly don't remember if we remembered to even tip her. Oops... :(
Overall, the crowd was a bit young - mostly in their mid-20's (only newly acquainted with a razor). Thankfully, no one realized that we could have been their mothers...I guess our young hearts (and the low lighting) knocked off at least 10 years.