3-month money-in-the-pocket itch

If you want to go to a club with lots of ladies, super loud music, an annoying dude with a microphone who constantly yells unintelligible, mumbled, warbled garbage, with not a lapdance in sight, this is your place. There is big-ass of every type - from "what your mama gave you" to "what the doctor made you". Masks were required to get in, but after you were in, your health is in your hands. Lots of money being thrown around, but not much contact being made. Average song length is one verse and a chorus, so good luck with timing lap dances. They do offer a semi-secluded booth, but expect it to be invaded at some point by some curious fellow who wants to know what's going on or some guy who noticed that there was a stool back here and wanted to sit down. Ladies' attitudes are stellar as long as they are being showered with one dollar bills as a reward for gracing the loyal losers who literally risk life and limb, with their divine presence. Oh, heavens be praised! Most of the booty-clappers, ass-twerkers and air dancers are good for nothing - except to look at.... You may spend as much money as you like. You may throw money into the air indiscriminately. You may shower ungrateful, silicone queens with fresh Brazilian butt-jobs and torso-tatoos to hide the liposuction scars with monetary reward. You may buy some drinks and watch the show.But you may not get a lapdance.