A nearby club.

You wander about the towns streets for some time as the sun sets, searching for somewhere you'll be able to find useful information. It doesn't take long for you to exhaust the towns options for recreation, as you quickly learn that the only place matching what you're looking for isn't somewhere you want to be right now, if you had any other choice.

Standing in front of a building across the town, you look the place over, hearing the sounds of raucous activity from within. A neon light glows with a bright outline of a woman's silhouette. Frowning slightly, You glance down to the ground below, briefly wondering if you'd be better off trying to search the wilderness outside for anything useful than going in here.

Just had to be something like that, didn't it.

Deciding that the best way to get out of this mess is to learn more about the area, you take a deep breath and push the door open with one shoulder, immediately immersing yourself into a den of smoke and lights.

Taking stock of the situation, the first thing you notice are the holographic dancing girls, in a variety of neon colors and states of undress, scattered around the room. Interspersed with the holograms, in a haze of cigarette smoke, are dozens of club patrons, mostly men, many clutching glasses of bright liquids, smelling strongly of ****.

You make your way to the bar, trying not to draw attention until you're through the crowds. Flicking your hair back from your eyes with one hand, you then lean onto the surface, and look for whoever was supposed to be serving here. To your right, a tall pale skinned man with black hair, wearing a leather workman's jacket, stares at you. You give him your best 'Don't try anything funny' look.

Finally catching the bartenders gaze, you settle into position, waiting for him to get around to serving you.