Naked girls were pretty enough but that's about it.

This club is a small one, one of those narrow store fronts on the street, a long skinny club inside. I arrived about 11pm and turned into what looked like the closest parking lot to the club, behind an Einstein bagels. (Turns out there was one more alley advertising parking but I didn’t see it until I was walking up to the club.) There wasn’t an attendant and nothing about how to pay for parking when no one was there, but the manager of the club said that I was “fine” when I asked about parking there.

When I opened the door to the club, I found myself alone in a well-lit vestibule without a clear indication whether I should try the door in front of me or the one to my right. Instinct said go right, and that turned out to be the correct door. I immediately encountered the friendly manager and bouncer, as well as saw a rather attractive dancer, fully nude on the first of three small (roughly 3’x5’) stages on the wall opposite the bar.

No cover at 11 on a school night. Only two of the three stages sported dancers that night. The stages were well lit, and while signs said not to touch the dancers, those who stepped up to the stages to tip got rather generous views of the dancers’ most intimate anatomy. While I didn’t see any parted lips or digits dipped inside, the dancers seemed to push right up to the edge of that for the best tippers and a few seemed to enjoy slapping their own kitty.