Ended up at scores after dinner...

Ended up at scores after dinner with some colleagues.

First impressions: Classy joint, attractive dancers. Dancers wear pasties, of course, but on this night (not sure if it's a usual thing) they were less pasties and more strips of flesh-colored medical tape, lending the dancers something of a creepy, nipple-less appearance that took a bit of time to get used to.

The dancers were pretty heavy on the hustle and security kept any hanky-panky to a minimum, at least out on the main floor. A strict budget (okay, I'll be honest, it was a broken ATM machine) kept me from partaking of the private dance areas.