Tried back room for a change - mixed thoughts

After an underwhelming stop at J's, I decided to head around the corner and visit Louie's. My visit was early evening, and I was surprised to see the parking lot jammed and the bar buzzing with customers. I managed to get the last double-parked parking space -- yes, it was that crowded. Not sure where the next arriving customer would park. Loud spanish-language music filled the air with energentic whoops and hollars from time to time. Lively!

Sadly, I think I arrived as day shift was leaving and night shift was not quite at full speed, so there seemed to be a bit of a dancer lull initially. Soon enough, there were 5 dancers of average attractiveness. I was approached by Nikki and enjoyed some playful banter and accepted the offer of a few $10 barstool dances. She was very friendly and made very convincing arguments to head to the back room -- which I have only done once before long ago during a very empty day shift. Hesitant, I accepted her offer. She stated that the bar now wants a $20 upfront fee and that she would require a minimum of $40 (tips welcomed). Eh, ok.

We hit the back room, she did something with her phone (I later learned she set a timer), partially disrobed and began her dance. She seemed very nervous even asking me to watch over her shoulder to tell her if anyone was entering the room. She tried the up the shorts thing, but kept looking over her shoulder uncomfortably. All in all, I enjoyed her and her company, but her nervousness made me nervous and it just wasn't going to happen. All of a sudden, I hear a voice yelling from the bar for a vehicle to be moved that was blocking someone. Of course, it was mine. Nikki hollered back that it was mine and that whoever was waiting would have to wait. What a buzzkill. They argued, she looked at her phone and said I only had 1 minute left and for him to cool it. Nothing was going to happen for me in 1 minute (I am not THAT fast). I agreed to end it early, paid her, and exited. As I moved my vehicle, it dawned on me to just forget it -- rather than repark, I left.