s of Bourbon Street
stand in front of the female impersonator
s club, cooing softly to the passersby, coaxing them to "step in a minute, honey" for a cool drink
and a show
A quick glance, which is all they usually get, could fool even the locals. The sirens are equipped. They know what to work, and how to work it.
A double take, though, indicates a sure thing. The interest is piqued, a hand is taken, and the sap is lured into the depths, mesmerized by the purple haze and flashing lights.