The tragedy of the recently opened Tiger Lounge may also be the coolest thing about it. Nestled in the shadow of the Seattle Design Center, this go-go bar-cum-bistro seems far removed from the foot traffic of Airport Way, and even further away from attracting a group of regulars hip enough to appreciate its campy aesthetic. Three months after opening, The Tiger Lounge is a bar still finding its legs. Survival is not guaranteed. As a result, popping by for the random cocktail becomes that much more exciting. That much was evident on one recent weeknight, when I stopped in after covering the mayor’s election-night party and walked into an all-girl fetish party. Because of the location, the Tiger Lounge has to try harder. As such, five nights out of the week you can expect some sort of entertainment. On this particular evening, employees and a few brave patrons dressed in lace corsets milled about, experimenting with a variety of whips and other paraphernalia. Decked out in fetish attire herself, DJ Pussaliath, a Tiger Lounge regular, played a surprising amount of Top-40 hip-hop, despite the fact that fetish and rap music might seem at first blush an odd mix. A group of button-down gents who’d wandered in unawares chewed pizza at the center table, all the while smiling like 10-year-olds on Christmas morning. At any other bar, this would have been an event. At Tiger Lounge, this is better known as Tuesday.