The Table Extras are Slipping

I whipped out my passport card, passed through the border, and grabbed the Zona Norte shuttle over to

Hong Kong. Refreshed my VIP card (only 3 months!?) and headed up to my suite, then downstairs and

parted the curtains. I invited a number of girls to my table and found that they were definitely more

reluctant than in past visits to wriggle out of their tops and swing their boobs my way. Most of them

just allowed a quick taste of the goodies before stuffing them back in. Definitely ratchets down the fun