High costs means it's a one-time splurge for me

I got there around 12:30 AM. Large, safe-looking parking lot, I self parked. I was asked for ID outside the door. The guy said he'd give me the "local" deal, no cover. But, stepping into the club, I was charged $40 for two drink tickets. Appearance-wise, the club is a typical "gentleman's" club. Padded, U-shaped chairs, lots of brass etc. Was immediately swarmed when I walked in. Was pretty sure I'd get at least one like-it-or-not sit down if I sat down myself, so I said I wanted to walk around the club and check it out.

When I did sit down, Luz was there in a few seconds. Cuban, thicc but very, very toned. Enhanced C breasts. She said there were no single song dances, only a minimum of $200 for 15 minutes, including a drink for you and the dancer. I agreed, and she led me up a flight of stairs. No privacy at that price, there's a more private area if you pay more. Let's just say that Luz did everything that club rules allow, and club rules are not strict. I didn't try for FIV. Her kisses were closed mouth (but nice). She incessantly insisted that I should drink booze instead of water, and pay for dances with a credit card when I ran out of cash. I eventually told her she was such a dictator, she should change her name to Fidelita. She said no, Hitler. She said she was a high school teacher in Havana, then a waitress in Merida, Mexico, before moving to Houston and becoming a dancer. She moved to Vegas because things were dead in Houston, had been in Vegas for about 6 months. Said we would exchange numbers, but that never happened. I got three 15 minutes dances, didn't have the cash for more. She brought me downstairs to two of her Cuban henchwomen. Luz said brb, she was going to the bathroom. Never saw her again. Apparently Luz has bad constipation issues, if you go to Sophia's please bring her a big canister of Metamucil on my behalf. I tipped her henchwomen a fair amount (not sure why). One was a BBW. The other was a nicely pear shaped Afro-Cubana with a very pretty smile. She said she had been a music teacher in Cuba. She sang a few lines of a Spanish song into my ear. Her voice sounded very good to me, professional good. She said her piano playing was better than her singing. Since it's the home of the lounge act, I asked her why she wasn't performing in a bar in a casino. She said she had been told to come back when her English was better. After a determined but fruitless efforts to get me to use my ATM or credit card, the henchwomen said brb. I waited a small interval to feign that I didn't think that was bullshit, then bounced from the club.