Less financially sound experience with extras

I had withdrawn from my SC habits for several weeks, but kept thinking about the last experience I documented on here at Playhouse Lounge (an unexpected DATY encounter that was incredibly hot), so I decided to detour on the way home from work this week to scratch that itch. You can call the club to confirm the dancer schedule for any particular day (don't have to talk to a person, it's all a recording and pressing numbers), but apparently the texting function doesn't work anymore.

The building has a large paved parking lot right off Rt. 130 south in Burlington. It's pink and you cannot miss it. You walk into a vestibule on a sunny day and are immediately blinded by the darkness (the opposite happens when you leave and go from dark to sun). Inside is a rectangular bar with two stages/poles. Dancers circulate for tips and are pretty aggressive about inviting you for dances, even if you barely sat down. It's $10 for daytime cover, which includes a non-alcoholic drink - I always get a bottle of water. They used to give you two drinks for $10, but I either don't stick around long enough for the second bottle or they stopped doing it. Dancers are a mix of older (some significantly older) heavier, thinner, natural bodies, enhanced bodies with bad boob jobs, different ethnicities. I didn't pay attention for more than 2 seconds to the dancer on the stage.

Sabrina came by first, and I hadn't even twisted the top off of my water. I got a dance from her last time, and she left me covered in the scent of her perfume - not cool. Thenw when I got home, my significant other asked why I smelled like perfume. I had a great cover story of hugging an older coworker when we announced her retirement, but that was too close for comfort. I gave her a few bucks and she moved on. She's on my no list because of the perfume.