Caught by the Club Promoter Honey Trap

First they lure you in with a young, beautiful girl who seems to want to hang out with a group of five 30-year-old guys all night at a salsa club.

She walked over to us. Tall, glowing, maybe 23. We were at the front table in a bar, rocking out to the 90s rock cover band we've been following around Austin all weekend.

"Are you guys here for a bachelor party?"

"No, not exactly..." we said.

"We're here for our 30th birthdays!"

"Well, I just thought a group of guys without any girls..." she said. "If you're going anywhere after this, I'm going to be at Lucky Lounge. There's going to be a salsa band on stage. I forgot my ID, so tonight I can only dance at bars where the owner knows me."

We sent her some shots, she sent back a note:

Thanks boys! See you at Lucky Lounge.

XOXO Tatiana.

We didn't take our time making our way there.

Course when we showed up, she was dancing with three other guys. She almost walked right past us on her way out the door.

"Hey Tatiana!"

"Hey guys, get a drink, settle down," and then she sauntered straight out the front door. To find more marks.