Just read a review local to me. The writer ended it this way...
"Anyway, I was going to keep working my way through the ladies, but when I went into the men's room I noticed the whole fromt of my white shirt and suit was spray on tan from the blonde I just had dancing for me. Is she serious? How many guys has she sent home brown?? And she wanted to take me upstairs?
From now on my first question when a girl wants to dance for me is - do you have any of that spray on tan?"
Do these "ladies" never learn? Oh, sorry, they are dancers, of course they don't learn, our present company of intellectual dancers. :)

