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The shag rugs of former tenant Dorsia are gone, but as the velvet rope insists, exclusivity lives on. Signature cocktails like the Auratini—a mix of blueberry Stoli, guava and passion fruit juices—have freshened up this mini-club a bit but most of the changes are superficial. The light box bar glows a martian color; purple circles overhead beam a vaguely illicit vibe; the hardwood dance floor is tight. If you’re not acting out Evita fantasies on the VIP balcony, head down to a basement where D.J.’s like Cori-Roc and Uri Dalal spin hard-hitting house for couples as likely to get their groove on in a dark corner as they are dancing near a vinyl cube table topped by a bucket of Absolut Pear. — Daniel Maurer