The Tourist Rub Special that Leads to Nothing on a Tuesday Night

It was a Tuesday night so I knew it wasn't going to be amazing. When I got there, the guy working the door told me the cover was $20 and asked to scan my ID. I told him I didn't love the idea of having my info in some random database and started to walk away. He said "wait, you don't look like a terrorist, so come on in." Obviously this should have been a sign of just how desperate they were to get people in the door.

I paid the cover and headed down the stairs. I sat at the bar and ordered a $15 beer. The place was pretty dead with no dancers actually dancing. Instead, the few "dancers" were on the hunt for their next private dance. Two ladies quickly sat beside me at the bar and started their small talk. And by small talk, It was basically "where are you from" followed quickly by "hey you should do a private dance." I told them I at least wanted to enjoy my beer and asked why no one was actually dancing. Of course she responded telling me they would be happy to do a private dance.

One of the girls was decently cute (she could barely speak english so she didn't talk much). The other was maybe a 4 or 5 and probably in her 30s.