I thought you had read about the club but maybe I wrote about that before I met you. If you are further interested, here’s one of the stories.
“A club like that may be full of nearly naked women but there was no leering, catcalling, harassing, stalking, lewd gestures or other nonesense and you knew there wasn’t going to be any. You didn’t have to be on alert as to whether or not it was a good idea to go to a particular area of the club; you didn’t have to wonder whether someone was going to get grabby or would latch on to you and not leave you alone. These are common things that women have to deal with in the “real” world on a regular basis, even in broad daylight when they are entirely covered up, but it was just never a factor and pretty much never is in these kinds of clubs.
The difference is in power dynamics. In a club like that women have complete control over what does and does not happen as relates to their body, their time and attention or anything else about them. Men respect that because if they didn’t, women wouldn’t go to these clubs, or at least they wouldn’t dress in the way that they do when they are there. The whole notion of trying to get something from a woman is completely dismantled. She is free to be as sexually forward or expressed as she wants with no slut-shaming or entitlement. What she has on isn’t seen as an invitation. There’s no assumption that she is dressing to get male attention. Women dress sexy to have the enjoyment of owning their sexuality in a semi-public venue and she may or may not share that sexuality with anyone else present and that is considered completely acceptable.”