Even after the death of the founder Atlas, the Lackadaisy Speakeasy under Mitzi May has still upheld it's promice to it's female patrons and staff: Pack them to the rafters with fat. Even with the bar on the downturn, the place makes sure any dame that frequents the place well exceedes the women's minimum weight limit soon enough. Even as Ivy still struggles to reach the minimum, the prim, slim and proper men are more than happy to help her stuff her face untill she's near bursting, and stuff a lot more even after that on a hourly basis. After all, a Lady has to keep up her appearances.