Metrotans

The room is decidedly lacking in the layers of scum and stick that adorn most venues of its kind, and the staff cares enough to stop and consider your natural color (did you walk in there already looking like a half-caf mocha, or like you sleep in a coffin?) before hosing you down with an even coat of color. They’ll also insist that you stand flanked by gentle fans for a full five minutes—they time it—before sending you on your merry, sun-kissed way.