What’s the Password?

I took a ride share from Cheetah over to Diamond Dolls. The guy at the front door was counting money when I got out of the car. In a Boston sounding accent he said "Uba?” and motioned me in. Didn't ask for a cover.

Once inside I decided to sit at the long bar near the front to scope the place out. It took me about five minutes to get a drink from the cute latina (?) bartender with glasses. She seemed like she was talking to some regulars. When she made her way over I ordered a $6 Miller Lite bottle. I sat for a few moments before I got up and headed to where the party was--the DJ booth. I sat near the corner of the bar where I could see which girls were going in and out of the VIP when I looked to my left.

An older guy with a beard, smoking a cigar, was sitting two seats to my right. There were some empty beer bottles around where I was sitting with napkins stuffed into them. I asked him if he knew whoever was there was coming back or if it was garbage. "How the fuck do I know," was his answer. "Paper means they're coming back." Sorry If I wasn't aware of your customs. I made a joke and decided to slide down a seat to my left just in case they came back. They never did. This now put me at the corner with the DJ booth behind me, but now I could see the stage to my right. On that stage was a tall in shape cuban with an ass that looked enhanced. Guys were tipping her as she danced. Seats lined the stage.