The road not taken?

Came in with my cerveza and paid the $10 plus $5 for the bucket of ice. As I was entering the DJ announced a two dance special (I think it was for $30) and I saw the girls leading away whatever patrons they could snag. There might have been a one-to-one ratio before I came and broke the equilibrium. For the next 60 minutes, I drank my beer and saw precisely 2 dancers go on stage for a combined maybe 12 minutes. For the most part, the club was empty. Even after the 2-song special ended, I saw the local custies file back in followed by all the 5 dancers who immediately and collectively ducked into the locker room--never to be seen again. I was never approached for dances. I only saw one dancer on the floor itself, and she stayed near her regular's table. It was not a race or language barrier, hablamos Español, poorly. Dancers were not circulating or hitting up any of the 5 other patrons. I don't get it, aren't they here to make money? When I saw a dancer come out of the dressing room in sweats to go home, I decided to follow her lead. I had $3000 walking in, and I left with $2982 after the door, ice, and tips. It's like I wasn't good enough to spend money here or something.

A few words about the actual club. It far exceeded my expectations when compared to what I had read about it. I had read the previous reviews and was expecting a north Dallas version of Fantasy Ranch (see my other review for my thoughts on that unique dive). Perhaps more Mexican instead of Black, but I was going in expecting an outhouse in disrepair. While the neighborhood was certainly low rent, the club itself was in surprisingly good shape.

After the airlock, you come into an 80's style neon-led lit floor that would have made Michael Mann or Brian de Palma proud. Dance booths were to the right down the hall, but I never got to check them out. The "bar" is on the left. Past the bar along the left wall and raised a step or two were a series of VIP booths with coffee tables that each had their own pole coming down the middle. This VIP area and most sections along the wall were separated from the main floor with waist-high wooden courtroom-esque divider rails. Past the VIP booths on the left was an exit to the smoking patio, then more divided areas (perhaps for a band?), then the main stage in the front of the club. The stage itself looks 80's as all heck. The neon disco lighting, perpendicular long flat mirrors, smoke machines, and center stage entrance had me longing for Gloria Estefan to step out and strut her stuff. The stage exits out the back, and into the DJ booth to the right/front of the club. The booth has a window reminiscent of a takeout or short order kitchen that has been re-purposed. There is an exit to the locker room, then bathrooms (surprisingly well kept), then another exit (not sure whereto but it looked like a kitchen) along the right.