You find yourself right in the middle of the drunken orgy known as Bourbon Street. Topless dancers and bottomless dancers, headless dancers and homeless dancers, any damn type of dancer you can imagine, even imaginary dancers.

You see a Zebra girl standing conspicuously outside a burlesque joint appropriately named the Booby Trap.

If you want to wander out of the French Quarter and into down town click here.

If you want to talk to the Zebra girl click here.

If you want to continue moseying around the French Quarter click here.