A short hallway takes her to a red door. She steps through and into the rear 
of the club. The music is loud and asynchronous, led by a bamboo flute and a 
geisha’s keening intonations. Simulated rice-paper screens divide the place into
squarish spaces for dancing and broad corridors lined with silk-curtained 
alcoves. Laserdis ideograms, swords, flowers, and other images of feudal Japan 
wax and wane, blossom into view and then fade like phantoms throughout the 
shadowy space.