A basement club with basement decor...

A basement club with basement decor -- purple or crimson velour stuff and a light up stage floor. It looks like some teenager's basement disco. Somewhere I read that Flynt doesn't seek beautiful women for his magazine but rather those who look approachable. His clubs seem to follow the same practice in hiring. I spent a lot of time sitting alone, as the dancers hung out with their regulars. The dancing is ridiculously prgramatic: one song in bikini, one song topless. At this point, it was a good evening because I was out of pocket an astounding $23.50, including cover. Eventually one of the male floor staff noticed my condition, and asked if I like company. I was about to leave, but foolishly said sure. At which point he literally dragged over one of the dancers -- pulling her by the hand. Needless to say, it was not one of the better looking dancers. But she was an amusing talker. Bought her a drink. Bought me a drink. Now, we're out another $22.50 -- including $3 tip for the waitress. I figure I gotta try a dance, 'cause it's only money, right? Fortunately, a 2 for 1 special comes on. An airy table dance follows. She suggests that the 350 VIP was worth it. I demurred, since her work ethic hadn't impressed me. So she suggests a $100/3 song VIP. What the f#$%, it's only money, right? Well, I've had more fun in church, waiting for a bank teller, checking out at the grocery store or sitting home watching the discovery channel. Time to go. This place is all hype.