When you feel like slumming it.

Royal Palace is a mixed bag. There were a handful of sexy girls who I wouldn't call beautiful. Rather they were making the best use of what nature gave them and had learned to maximize their limited assets. The majority of the dancers weren't even worth looking at, dancing lazily on stage with vacantly sad expressions pasted across their faces. Many of these girls were overweight or oddly proportioned and wearing cheap looking, tacky outfits. Even worse, they will walk around the room after "performing" and ask for tips. Having never been to any other DC strip clubs, I imagine this is due to the lack of table, lap, or private dances in the district. If you can't make $20 for two songs, you might find yourself beggingg your way to a respectable stack of small bills. Some of the more personable girls came by looking to chat and were fairly vague about how much "company" would cost. I'm not a cheapskate, I just wanted to know how much of my limited resources would be drained after some small talk. It seemed like the girls just wanted me to buy a drink for them ($10 or so), with the hope that a few minutes of friendly convo would get me to drop some bills on the stage. I actually like this approach, because I'd rather give my cash to someone who is both personable and sexy, I.e., they can talk for a few minutes about whatever and hide the fact that to the dancers, all the patrons are just cash machines at the very bottom of it. This is not a place I'd go with a group of friends looming to have a really entertaining night. This is a place where I would go alone, when I need to have a drink and feel better about my life. Naked girls with bad teeth and needle marks on their arms will do that for you.