Not so crazy about it

I'm not familiar with SF, so I didn't realize I had already passed this place when I was wandering about in downtown. It's only a few blocks away from the tourists, the parades, and the cable cars, but Market Street is quite a bit different where Crazy Horse is. I was a bit hesitant to walk in, but the guy at the front desk was friendly. He gave me a few safety tips, put a stamp on my wrist and ask me to come back anytime of the day.

There were about 5-6 girls performing on the stage that afternoon. Another few sat in the back glued to their cellphones. They didn't seem eager to go up to the stage or offer dances to the audiences. This was around 5pm and there were not many people in the audience. Only a few east asian and south asian guys going in and out. I was about to leave before I noticed a pretty girl chatting in the back with one of the guys working here. She was white and nonchalant looking. I was hoping she would come by and offer a dance, but she never did. So I took up a black girl with a perfect body. Turned out her breasts were fake and was robotic in her dancing. Nevertheless, she was happy to explain to me how things work at this place and said she belong to the naughty category of the workers.

As I returned to my seat, the girl performing on the stage was a bit wild but particularly unattractive. So I decided to leave this place for good. On my way out I asked the white girl for a VIP dance. She told me her ancestors were from Czech, and maybe that was why I was attracted to her. Her dance was not inspiring and she explained that she was rather new. She would grudgingly allow me to touch her parts and told me there is a camera is in the mirror in the VIP room. Apparently she sweat easily, so I didn't enjoy the experience much.