Haus of Cabaret (The Velvet Rope at NEON)

Behind the velvet rope, champagne sparkles as feathers and fire twine in the dark.

You're not just crossing a threshold — you're crossing yourself. NEON glows. The rope parts. And suddenly the night is wearing sequins and nothing else. Cabaret here is all appetite: high heels on marble, kisses in mirrors, champagne that tastes like a dare. You already said yes. Come in.