Located around the corner from Chester Mews, this lounge isn't owned by Charles, but he does, ah.. know the guys that do own it. It smells both like it's been constantly cleaned, and faintly like a cigar. Blame Charles.
It's large and has a low-ceiling, and really looks even wider than it is, because the walls are mirrored. The dancefloor, restrooms and VIP room are curtained off, and when the lights go dim at night the prominent colors for lighting are purple and blue. Trance or techno plays lowly from hidden speakers, and the main room is full of bar tables with high stools and two or three seats, or low, glossy round tables with love seats around them, the center lit by votives.
The waitstaff is dressed in tiny cocktail dresses if female, or sleeveless turtlenecks and slacks if male. They serve food as well as drinks, so don't worry if you aren't the drinking type.
Class and debauchery equally welcome.