Unwealthy people, BEWARE!

My experience at the Sapphire was a bit skewed due to the company I was with: my wife, her sister and brother-in-law, and another couple who were friends. Even though my wife wanted me to be comfortable, I wasn't. If I had been alone, that would have been a different story. So that's the first thing to mention.

That out of the way, the very first thing that shocked me was the cost of everything. I don't remember the exact amounts I had to pay, but it was outrageous. Drinks are stupidly overpriced! The other thing on that same topic is the ATM. So excited to come that this establishment, I completely forgot to take out cash beforehand, so I was stuck using their ATM. I was expecting a fee, of course, but not the fee that was required. 20% of the amount withdrawn!!! I am not exaggerating one bit. My wife asked me to go get $300. Fine. I go to the only ATM that was working, which was conveniently placed by the entrance of the dancers' backroom (I'll explain in a second why I say "conveniently"). I enter my amount of choice, $300, and at the exact same time the fee warning page comes up, a dancer shows up half naked and approaches me while I am standing at the ATM. She is talking to me and I don't want to be rude, so I don't ignore her. I was too distracted to notice the fee of $60! Whatever, I accept and take out my cast. The machine doesn't give me a receipt, but I don't usually need one anyway. I gently part ways with the dancer and go back to the main room. I hand the money to my wife who counts and says she only counts $240. At first, I thought this unconventional ATM may have taken the $60 fee out of the $300, instead of adding them. I run back to the ATM, hoping to see bills I missed or a receipt, but of course, there was nothing. Moving on, with a serious frown on my face (and on my wife's). Next morning, I contact the club and told them what happened. They put me in contact with the bank owning the ATM, and they show the data. Apparently, the machine did dispense $300. One last option explaining what happened: the freaking dancer had very agile fingers!!! All on me, I was too stupid to pay attention, and I learned my lesson.

Besides that, the dancers were fairly experienced in the art of pole dancing. Only topless and the great majority of dancers were quite skinny and not ample in the breast area. However, most of them were very engaging while dancing, but that was probably because we had our wives with us. Women seem to be less threatening and less creepy to dancers, which makes sense. A funny episode actually took place with my friend's wife, who is quite big-breasted. While pole dancing, a particularly horny-looking dancer dropped on all fours in front of my friend, grabbed her top by the cleavage, pulled it down, and bit her boob right in the nipple. Everybody was in shock at how fast that happened, and my friend was speechless. To that, the dancer lifted the top back, stepped back (still on all fours), and said "Sorry, I'm a biter". That was the highlight of the evening.