Polished...a little *too* polished

If a strip club could be a corporation, and every employee was precisely on-point with every word that came out of their mouth, that strip club would be Delilah's. Spontaneity only *seems* like the name of the game here; in fact, these dancers have heard it all and seen it all, and they're almost more well-trained than they are erotic. Everything you might bring up will result in a canned response followed by a VIP upsell, almost the equivalent of a used car salesman saying, "What's it gonna take to get you into this ride today?" as you roll your eyes with dismay.

Don't get me wrong, these chicks were quite attractive, for sure. And God knows their conversational skills have been built up beyond the level of many white collar professionals I've worked with. But there's just nothing...HOT about it. You know what I mean? It's just a little too much like walking into IBM and seeing strippers instead of a sea of blue suits. So while I don't begrudge the way things work here, I prefer my experience to be just a little less polished. I might pass next time and try a different club the next time I'm in Philly.