I'd heard good things about Silver Slipper.
Damn, were those guys lying their asses off!
Went on a Saturday, walked into a club with a fat one 'dancing' on stage and a couple more working the handful of customers. One of these decided I needed some 'company' and came over to my table before I could even open my drink. Then, no matter how I hinted that I wanted her to get lost, it was a no-go. Eventually I had to get blunt and she finally got the message. Then, not five minutes after she left, another one, even heavier, plopped down and asked me if I wanted a lap dance. Not wanting my legs crushed, I forcefully declined. Eventually, a slender, heavily tattooed dancer came over to talk, and after a bit of back-and-forth, I got a dance from her.
I can't remember her name, but she gave me a decent topless dance with a fair amount of touching allowed on my part. Once we were done, I went downstairs to find that the line-up of dancers hadn't improved in quality, so I booked.
