At the Dragonfly, a poolside bar at Hotel ZaZa, located on the edge of Uptown, cougars roam wild, relentlessly stalking their prey. There, dressed in short skirts, barely longer than a Post-It note, and blouses exposing everything but the nipple, the over-tanned cougar chats idly with her friends until a young male, typically dressed in pleated khakis and a sleeveless tee, wanders near her den. Then she'll strike, typically with an alluring look or a coy joke delivered through her whisky-soaked pipes and the young man is unable to resist her charms, unluckily oblivious to the aged hide of the cougar, thanks to the soft lighting that barely pokes through the evening air.