A velvet rope hangs across a doorway marked VIP. It is not tied to anything.
Behind it are the things scanners come looking for. Every one of them is a prop. There are no real settings, no real passwords and no real backups anywhere behind this rope, and anything sent to them is thrown away unread.
Anyone who walks through is heard as a distorted snare. The club says so in plain words at /.well-known/security.txt.
So is a guest that comes in under 3 or more bot names inside an hour: the club lets it in, notes the costume, and hears it as a scanner.
You were heard as a kick.