XS. The first nightclub I've went to in LV, and damn it's far away from the strip. You know, being the first time, my friends told me glorified stories of the nightclubs in Vegas if you go VIP bottle service. ~$500 per person, get a table, get the bottles, they give you a wristband, and the girls come flocking to you. Well, it's true, to an extent, but after the night I felt I was ripped off outta my ass. So, where do we begin...\n\nFirst of all, no wristband, just a stamp. And what the fuck, a pineapple? Well we're in for a nice ass fucking with this shit. \n\nSo we went and ordered bottle vip service. Total cost of the drinks + tax + tips on the bill ITSELF totaled to almost... well you can imagine. Oh I loved this, the host never came to bring us to our table, and had the waitress do it instead. No, seriously, I do love this, because I don't have to tip her the $100 for showing us the table, unlike what we did during our stay at Marquee. \n\nSeriously, I cannot stress enough about never to trust the waitresses or the waiters in Vegas. The waitress will pour the shit out of the alcohol for you, then as soon as you put your cup down, the waiter will immediately swoop in and \"clean\" your cups. Each time they clean my shit, it costs us around $40 worth of alcohol that we didn't finish. Even if we put a napkin on top of it, they still take it. This \"cleaning service\" is more expensive than getting an Asian massage, I swear the god. So anyway, first time she offered, I was naive and said sure, give me some goose and sprite. Holy shit, she poured half the cup filled with goose. I took one sip, this shit was stronger than a AMF. So yeah, like I mentioned, I putted it down,  within 1 minute, the waiter came and took it away to give us the new cups. So when the waitress later returned, I said \"No, I'll pour it myself.\" She gave me like an angry look or something, man, come on bitch, I'm starting to realize we're tipping these big titted sluts $400 so they would LEAVE US ALONE, not to come and pour us drinks. Get the FUCK outta here! Oh by the way, the shot cups they give us are double shots. And they refuse to give us that pouring tip thing that you can fit on bottles to prevent spills. More ways to eat up our money. \n\nThe bouncers here were friendlier than the ones at Marquee. For one, my friend left to go Surrender and couldn't come back in. I went to the entrance to meet him, and the bouncer happened to recognize me, and after showing him my lovely pineapple pimp stamp, he let us back in. So much better than fucking Marquee.  \n\nI can't believe I'm saying this but I'm going to have to give them dibs for putting some kinda weird shit in the urinal. Seriously, whatever this is, it \"absorbs\" the piss to prevent much noise (not that you can hear that shit in a club anyways) and prevents the splishy splashy. Man, it was like a silencer being fitted into my cock. I was blasting away without having to care less about anyone hearing it. Oh awkward moments - they have people in the room offering you cologne or to wipe your hands for hopes of tips. I politely turned them down and proceeded to wash my hands. This guy puts his hand in front of the sensor so the water would come down for me as a \"convenience.\" Okay? No offense dumbass, but when I stick my hand under the facet to wash it, then sensor can still sense my god damn hands, I don't need you to stick your hands there so close to mine. You wanna hold it? I'm surprised you guys aren't offering to shake it clean for me then. \n\nWhat really brought my cum to a boil is when towards the end we had half a bottle of goose left, and the waiter came and took away our chasers and bucket of ice. Okay, what the fuck? We still have a fucking goose left, and if we \"price\" it towards your standard, that's equal to around $250 left of drinks on our table. But yes, I guess that means shit when each table costs at least $2.5k. It's okay though I guess, funnier to drink with the girls without the chaser haha. But still, it was a bitch thing to do. \n\nThis place is smaller than Marquee. For one, it's only one floor. No need for some shittyass steel in case of emergency exit staircase. Once you get out, it's still the luxury of the hotel, which is nice I guess. But luxury comes with anal-ness - there were chairs in the hallway but the security guards wouldn't let us sit on the chairs. What the fuck? \n\nAll in all, I had a better time at this place, but after sobering up, reality then bites me in the dick and tells me it is not worth it to spend $500+ per night on this shit. There's so many cheaper alternatives than this - a sexy massage, a sexy escort, even fucking rhino, but I guess if you want to piss with a silencer stuck on your unit, then this is the place to go.