Money down the drain

I visited Billy Budd's a few months ago and to be completely honest, the only reason I spent as much as I did was because of the alcohol in my system. As soon as I walked in one of the women there invited me to sit next to her and asked if I could by her a drink. Okay, I guess.

Then she asked if I wanted a dance. It was late, I wasn't trying to stay long. Sure why not?

She said it was $20 for the dance. Nothing unusual about that. She led me over to a seating area by the window and told me it was an additional $20 for the tip. Wait, what? I thought patrons dictated the tip amount. Whatever, I just wanted a dance and to be on my way. She dance (not really well) through two songs(my mistake for not hearing the song change...remember I'm kinda drunk at this point). So she pegs me for another $20 for the dance and.....yup you guessed it...another $20 for the tip.