There are many reasons to fall in love with Seville: its exceedingly courteous wait staff/bouncing crew, an elegant decor, impeccably clean bathrooms complete with attendant, and of course—and this is key—tits. But what sets Seville apart from other skin shacks is the obvious effort it puts into creating a respectful environment. The dancers are presented more as sensuous, poised performers than, say, gyrating mounds of carnality. As a result, you'll notice a striking lack of skulking scalawags and shifty riffraff among its denizens (nary a Quagmire-esque ogler in sight). Tasteful artwork and black-and-white photographs adorning the vanilla brick walls provide a touch of class—which isn't to say Seville wallows in snooty pretension. The cover is reasonable at $10. Beer is a tad spendy (around $8 per), but considering that some juice bars charge double-digits for a Coke, it's a good deal. The dancers are friendly, but won't pester you incessantly in pursuit of a lap dance. And did we mention the tits? Giggity.