Descending into the sleek underworld of Escobar, guests should get ready to transform into their boldest, sexiest selves. The irony of a nightclub that stashes itself beneath the streets, but evokes the illusion of flight, charges the atmosphere with adventure. Curved ceilings and private tables create intimacy, while reflective walls, made of mirror and steel, expand the sense of space. Amber lights wash the expansive bar in a seductive glow. Neon lasers shiver and flash over bodies in motion, further invoking the magic. And black-and-white portraits of Pablo Escobar keep measured watch all over—pleased, maybe, with the evidence of a modern, cool crowd claiming their right to feel gratifyingly alive.