Time to kill

I had a few hours to kill while on business. I stumbled into sunset and paid the cover and went to the bar to grab a drink. I was immediately approached by a few women in succession for a dance, drink, or both. I kindly declined and headed downstairs where the dancing took place. There is a main stage with auditorium seats to enjoy the show. There wasn't any tipping that is usually done in US strip clubs. After I chatted with one dancer for awhile, I asked for a dance. She took me into the back room and danced around me. There was no contact of any sort, which I am not used to. I thanked her and left very frustrated. Maybe this is the way strip clubs in London operate.