Don't bother

Lamest strip club experience of my life. Monday night around 9pm. No cover, but a pat down and metal detector wand at entry. Five dancers -- charitably, a four, two fives, and two sixes. Around ten patrons. Beer seemed cheap at $4. The place was low pressure, maybe too low. I got a couple of glances, and one girl came up to my table, but for the rest of an hour and a half nobody approached me. I had one lap dance for two songs at $10 per song with one of the sixes, which consisted of her rubbing her butt lightly on my thigh six or seven times, then turning around and pushing her chest out briefly, then turn around and repeat, again and again, for the length of two songs. She looked bored and a tiny bit disgusted. She offered one quick peek under her bra during the first song but that was the only hint of actual nudity I saw all night. The four and fives appeared to be offering a heavier grind, figuratively and literally, to others across the room.