Was just leaving a concert at the Ryman and felt a burning hole in my pocket. Giving into my libido I decided to stop into Deja Vu.
BYOB and all that, most seats were filled with groups of friends or friendly strangers. I found a seat, looked toward the stage, and discovered I'd come in right during dollar dances.
I ended up drawn to a thick tattooed brunette who convinced me to take her private. There were many diamonds in the room that night but I should've left after the private. Milling about began to notice that the room was really just full of watchers and the mood started turning as the girls became fed up.
My two cents—get in, experience it, find a diamond, leave.
