Yes

You scoop the drunk's driver's license off the street and get in line for the strip club. The bouncer gives you a second look but the light in front of the entrance isn't too good and he lets you through.

The thudding bass beat rattles your bones as you step through the threshold and your senses are instantly assailed by flashing lights, dazzling lasers and bouncing, jiggling, gyrating girls of all shapes and sizes. There's four main runways and three "islands" where dancers can perform. All of them are occupied by futas in enthusiastic competition for customers' money and adoration.

There's plenty of booths for private dances and also at least two "Champaigne" rooms where rumor has it anything goes. Anything.

The floor between the runways is packed with people. Futa dancers who are off stage mingle and flirt with the audience.

You can't see your friends anywhere.