Ready to put the ooh la la back in Vegas (like it needed it, but never mind), this is Paris Las Vegas's most recent lounge (a bar with a dance floor, in this case), which has '80s lingerie, as reconceived in the Cirque du Soleil world, clad girls practicing lurid versions of their yoga poses, with a detached and yet erotic attitude, perched on a ledge for you to gawk at as soon as you walk in the door. More scantily dressed gals work the top of the bar, while a DJ spins discs in this industrial-nightclub-meets-modern-day-strip-bar. Fancy constructed desserts are for sale, and there are dark nooks everywhere (including balconies that fit no more than four), where the desserts can be consumed and we don't want to know what else could go on. Of course, for every dipped-in-black club kid beauty there is a denim-wearing tourist, but still, you can get your jollies.