You know the tired club scene all too well. Bass thumps loudly from the inside as you wait in line to get in. Finally, the bouncer checks your ID and accepts your cover fee—a small toll paid to be seen at such a trendy spot. Once inside the dark chasm, you’re presented with mediocre drink options, sold on bottle service, and forced to dance to a spasmodic playlist because you’d rather not think about the time and money wasted if you’d just leave.