The first night after getting off work and upon returning to the Hilton my boss and I had to wait for the valet to bring us our truck to load up some unneeded supplies. While we stood in the lobby all around us were men (ages mid-thirties to late 50s) in tuxedos and black ties loitering about and leering at scads of young (approximately 19yrs-25yrs old) women who were piling out of vehicles and dashing inside the Hilton. The women were all dressed to the nines in black micro-dresses and heels.
I asked one of the men who were standing and watching the young women as they stepped out of their vehicles, what the event was, he laughed and said it was Knock Out Night and that they were raffling off the women. His group thought it was terribly funny and offered up no further explaination as they continued to chuckle at their inside joke. His demeanor and the men standing around him had the air of leering old men functioning with dog-pack mentality. Later of course, curiosity got the best of me and I had to ask the fellow who delivered our room service what Knock Out Night was all about.
In his words, Knock Out Night was an annual black-tie event held by a bunch of old rich guys who pay to have a private fight held at the hotel and rent young beautiful women to sit at their tables with them. He went on to say that a LOT of money was involved in the event.
I don't want to sound like a crazy feminist, as I'm all about having a good time every now and then, but the men I watched while they watched the young women, absolutely gave me the creeps. A large chunk of those men had to be married, and had to have grand-daughters the age of the girls I saw in attendance.
The next morning I bumped into more than one dazed and hungover young woman in the lobby of the hotel... again I wondered who's grand-daughters they were. Outside it was cold, grey, gusty, and raining. On the way to the convention center for work I stumbled across a few abandoned black stilettos, hair barrettes, lipstick tubes, pantyhose, and other feminine accessories that had been abandoned in the gutter along the curb - there had to be a great art assemblage to be made of the discarded stuff.