Wow...and Not In A Good Way

I'm a glutton for punishment, clearly, as the NBA Finals brought me back to this club near my place.

The interior of this club is nice. Really nice. Too nice for the rest of it to be brutally honest. The ceilings are high. The décor is flashy but not gaudy, and the furniture isn't crowded so as to make movement awkward.

So what's the problem? The dancers. I've never in my life seen such low quality entertainers who nearly beg for attention but don't offer anything in return. Having gotten in before they charge cover, I grabbed a beer and set about watching the game. Not an easy task considering the requests for dances I got from the employees. Now, granted, that's what they're there for, and why I should be. But these are women I wouldn't buy a drink for in a bar, let alone ask to sit on my lap.