Although the sign most certainly is supposed to say The Crowing Cock, someone has graffitied it to change the C into a G. Threadbare curtains flutter in the breeze from drafty windows, casting shadows over mismatched furniture and worn-out cushions. The air is subtly scented with exotic perfumes and the soft murmur of gentle music that enhances the ambiance of relaxation and indulgence. Patrons mingle in the lounge area or retreat to private chambers where conversations flow freely and connections deepen.