Disappointing visit: A night to forget

I walked in right before 7 PM, so I didn’t have to pay a cover fee. I headed to the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and just tried to relax. It felt like I was invisible—no one approached me or even glanced my way.

I decided to take a chance and went up to a girl named Lucy, who had a cobra tattoo. I asked her if she’d be willing to give me a lap dance.

She led me behind the stage to a private area with some couches. She asked how many dances I wanted, and I thought I’d keep it simple, so I replied I’d like to start with one and see how it felt. But just a minute into the dance, she started pushing for VIP service, mentioning a price of $400 without explaining what that included. I politely turned her down.