Strangely enough, the patrons fall into three groups: men dressed vaguely like Vikings (who seem to be security), men and women with nooses and other local accoutrements (who mostly seem to ignore the dancer), and men and women who seem to be either newcomers or tourists (who are paying all too much attention to the dancer).<br/><br/>The server chuckles.  He's a younger man, possibly African, with chrome plated teeth and a noose of black silk to go with his white dress shirt.<br/><br/>"It is most surprising, yes?  You would see prettier and more talented dancers across the street, men and women both, but we serve the finest spiced crabs on the island.  A booth, then?  Facing something not the stage?"