Going to strip clubs at the end of a night of bar crawling in Montreal was so normal when I was in college; unfortunately when I moved back to San Francisco and tried to get everyone to go to Hustler Club at 3am it became clear that stripclub parties were over. During the golden years, though, Kamasutra was our haunt. We'd stroll in, no cover but a two drink minimum and guys, if you're with girls they may ever waive the $10 fee for you. One stray friend would totter to the bathroom only to get mauled by the drunk strippers whose dressing rooms doubled as the woman's restroom. They'd get sauced and try to make out with all us girls who dared attempt to actually go to the bathroom there.
Also of note, there often was "extracurricular" activities on the Kamastutra stage...often at around 4am when two or three drunk strippers decided to dance together. While I'm not sure if it's still like that you sure won't find anything that comes close to that type of PDA on stage in the US of A. This club actually has pretty cute girls, no fake bubbies, full nudity with the added bonus of the "boss" buying all us ladies cocktails throughout the night. The setting isn't dark and creepy, it's actually pretty relaxed, comfy couches and then the casual and completely insane hedonism (I saw patrons actually getting it on in the seats in the back while the strippers watched...and I might have been friends with those patrons).
Us college girls would go and the bachelor party dudes all tried to get us to dance for like $50 ... we were so broke I'm surprised it didn't actually happen. If some dude ever said that to me now he'd have the heel of my shoe down his throat in less than 3 seconds but when I was nineteen I thought being objectified was cool.
I have fond memories of ending my nights here years ago and always recommend this spot to friends going on MTL trips. For the sake of Iewdness everywhere, let's hope it hasn't changed...