The El Baño saga continues! Last week, we told you about the hilariously named upcoming exclusive nightspot (literally translated: the toilet) and speculated on the validity of a club that claimed their door policy was to have guests enter through a LES bodega toilet stall. Was El Baño the product of some genius promotion, or just a shiesty Fashion Week hoax to draw attention to the constipated club scene?

Now there's a new clue in this scat-themed scavenger hunt:

A secret key, sent on, what else? A roll of two-ply toilet paper (because one-ply is for plebes).

As opposed to the cards that will gain you entrance to the other exclusive lounge Eldridge, which are going out in droves, these X-clusive trinkets are hard to come by. (Also, nobody from El Baño is sending desperate mass text messages to encourage A-list friends to come down on opening night.)

Eldridge proprietor Matt Levine should take a cue from El Baño's mysterious hosts: No one wants to be part of a club that will have them. Even if that means they choose the possibly-imaginary shit joint over your place with $650,000 worth of Champagne on the wall.