It is the only game in town so I stopped to sit at the stage and enjoy the view as I drank an overpriced ($9) draft. I put my dollars on the rail and chatted up a couple lovely girls and then SHE entered the stage. Tall, slim, perfect skin with tasteful tattoos, fishnet stockings, converse high top inspired stripper-shoes and wide rim glasses. My perfect, nerdy/naughty goddess. It took zero effort for her to convince me to pay for a lap dance and I gladly emptied my wallet for a few moments in paradise. Thank you, Amy for making an older guy feel like a kid again
