Paying for a woman's company is perfectly acceptable, but it's advisable to drink plenty, so you'll forget about just how unacceptable it actually is. Feel good about your shady self, at Galvatron Night.
Galvatron Night's a bi-weekly hard-liquor-and-food-fueled extravaganza at Tapas and Wine Bar C, a hallway-sized Little Tokyo club bordello'd up with red suede curtains, furry walls, and sex-kitten waitresses in the tradition of Japanese "cosplay" (excessively attentive girls dressed like French maids for you to ogle while pretending ogling's completely beneath you). $30 gets you entrance, all-you-can-eat food, and a "Galvatron": one part Maker's, one part Patron, and one part 151, named after the Transformer who was the recreated version of Megatron, himself the Decepticon's supreme commander -- good to know in case the DUI cop gives you the dreaded "Cartoon Quiz". Food's a bar-bite gorgefest: edamame, fried chicken, quesadillas, chips and salsa, and Chinese sausage (so basically, a bunch of random white-guy stuff, and edamame).
If the one Galvatron doesn't cut it, you can order more for $12 each -- advisable, because there's no shame in paying for a Transformer's company.