Theatre District

You enter a seedy-looking club with a sign outside depicting a scantily-clad guinea pig. Even though most rodents don't wear clothes at all, it almost feels more scandalous because he's wearing clothes, but not much.

The club is barely lit. Whether it's to give it an air of mystique or to hide that the furniture is a bit outdated and quite a bit dirty, you can't be sure. There's a bar and a few private rooms near the back. You grab a drink and find a seat.

You watch a few rodents dance on the stage, showing off some moves you didn't even know were possible. It's impressive, and you tip a few of the dancers for especially... evocative... performance.