Leaving the Velvet Palace I crossed to the other side

Leaving the Velvet Palace I crossed to the other side, ignoring the Dream Bar, going in what I thought was Angelique but being called to go in the next door instead by 2 quite insistent girls. It turned  out the first door is Grosse Angelique and the next is Kleine Angelique. Anyway I had the beer, the girls came to me one after the other, I turned them away, but all the time I had my eye on the grosse busen girl standing behind the bar. Finally she came to me, I had a piccolo with her (27 euros). An uber-busty very beautiful Hungarian girl called Lily. I was too drunk to contemplate doing anything, so left when I finished my beer. I knew I would find no one more beautiful than her this night so walked past Haus 6 and Okay and Manhattan and Tete a Tete and returned to my hotel to sleep. This was my last night in Vienna.

The taxi deposited me outside the Velvet Palace

The taxi deposited me outside the Velvet Palace as it happened (after a high speed ride down the Gurtel which must have taken at least 10 minutes, which just goes to show how far I walked in the wrong direction). I paid 10 euros to get in but it was as empty as these places always are. One old man was with a girl sitting next to the stage, and the girls were dancing one after the other, for just the two of us. I turned them away and finished my drink as fast as I could and left. One girl tried to call me back, even though I was kind enough to leave her the 2 ‘dollars’ I had been given on entry, saying to me ‘You will never get married with an attitude like that!’. A great line, but she did have the good grace to grin when I showed her my ring and said ‘I am already married!’. The owner looked like a decent nice guy but looked strained, no doubt, how to survive when you have no customers every night, but at least he did not seem about to threaten me with physical violence for leaving without spending any money, as they often do e.g. at the Ciro in Berlin—the Ciro manager standing in the front of the door when I went to leave, and after finally stepping aside, bidding me goodnight with a quite aggressive ‘hasta la vista’.