Pretty dead club, but she brought me to life

Visited on a weekday around 5 pm. Paid the $22 entry, but didn't bother getting a drink. (no alcohol in Washington clubs; but a sports bar next door if you need help).

Nobody on stage, only two dancers apparently in the club, neither on stage. One heavy-set gal sat down next to me, put a hand on my thigh as we chatted. Invited me back for a dance, but I decided to wait to see what was happening. Not much.

Then a so-so looking gal goes on stage and sprays the pole. OK, that's common before starting to dance. Then she sprays part of the stage floor and wipes it. OK, I figure she's going to lie down on the floor and doesn't want to be dirty. Then she sprays down another part of the stage floor and wipes it. When she started working on the third area of the stage, I gave up and went to the first girl, the fatty.