To the right, three runways held strippers. The middle one stood on a raised dais, visible from any point in the club. The other two runways bisected the audience into wings, fantasy on the half-shell segregating the rowdy crowd. The dancers were elves, trolls, humans, orks, and dwarfs, and the bump and grind movements were ripped from ages-old sexual impulses. Mirrors lighted the wall behind the main stage, giving more depth to the crowded room. Cat-calls and risqué cheers followed the beat of the music and the swish of hips.