Just ok, from club to dancers, though with one very fun dance

I arrived at Purple Orchid via 15-minute ride-share from downtown Philadelphia around 10pm on a Friday night. The cover charge was $5 with a two-drink minimum. I wasn't hassled for the latter, though another guy at the bar did get some sort of demand from the bartender about it, so maybe I got lucky. A bottle of water was about $5.

The club reminded me of a smaller, dingier version of Cheerleaders, which I'd visited the night before. It was mostly one square room with a bar encircling a stage area. The room was significantly more cramped around the bar chairs, and there weren't any booths.

The stage performances varied from boring to modestly interesting. Only one did anything with the pole. The others danced and twerked and rolled around on the stage. Exposure was all over the map - one dancer would take nothing off, another pushed her top up to expose her tits, another took off her g-string but left her top on, etc..