First off, you should know this is essentially a love hotel. It's not just the location and the surrounding hotels, all of which reek of a red light district. It's the stains on the furniture that look suspiciously like body fluids; the lights in the room, which have all sorts of dimmers and special colors, but no actually single light source that lights up the room, like, say, if you wanted to read; and the bath/jacuzzi, which is the most high-tech thing in the room with jets and bubbles and who knows what else.
Perhaps that sounds nice. A romantic little place with some mood lighting and a jacuzzi? Not so romantic once you notice the mildew on the shower curtain and water stains on the ceiling and the dank smell of old cigarettes everywhere. Even the bed is hard; if you like mattresses that feel like cardboard laid over a sidewalk, then this is your joint.
Given all of these things, one might be slightly concerned about your security in such place. But at least if they have a safe, your passport and cash etc will be safe, right? So you start to look for the safe... what do you know, there's no safe. You go down to the front desk to ask if they have a safe you can use while you're out... nope, sorry, no beans.
Given the absolutely atrocious sub-standard conditions you find here, in addition to a vague sense of unease about being robbed and fire safety, you might think you'd be justified to get a refund... but no, they have a no refund policy at least for the first night.
I ended up staying the first night because I didn't want to lose my money, and in addition to all the above, the air conditioner was broken and the windows didn't open. So after a night in a furnace, I woke up with a mouth dry as sand and a killer headache due to dehydration.
Welcome to Vogue Hotel.