I'm guessing that the Savoy must be the modern day equivilant of Cleopatra's. I did have some interesting nights there in my youth. On one occasion I was invited back to a young 'lady's' boudoir, and it turned out to be one of the most traumatic experiences of my life.
Looking back, balancing things up, I think I was probably sexually abused that night. And she also had a f@nny like a wizard's sleeve, which didn't help. Still traumatised to this day thinking about it.