Exorbitant, but quality to match

Went on a Tuesday night around 8:30. They do have a small lot and valet service, but I parked across the street for a minimum of fuss. Entered into the foyer, to the girl behind the desk collecting covers. I paid fifteen dollars to enter. Inside, there are basically two main bar areas downstairs, one large space immediately when you enter from the foyer, which has a long to the right, where there were six or eight dancers huddled, and then the main floor area in front of the main stage with maybe fifteen small round tables for four. (There's a separate downstairs room - "The Library" with, as the name suggest, lots of books, dark paneling, etc., another bar, and a smaller secondary stage and pole. But it's not used when it's slow and empty, as then.) The seating in both rooms is all low, upholstered arm chairs. The main room has a fireplace and a poker/blackjack table where dancers cluster when it's slow. Also in that main room, there are also about six little ancillary poles set on their own small little platforms.

Since the place was nearly empty and, as they tend to do in that case (I know from prior experience) they had no dancers on the ancillary stages, and even the main stage had no dancer for maybe every third 2-song set. The first song a girl slinks out of a stone-cave like entry onto the stage in some stage of not-yet-undress and slinks around. Song two they strip down to a g-string. Tips are welcome, obviously, but there's not a ton of it, especially when it's as empty as it was. But it's an opportunity to indicate interest or just to get bronsky-ed and that's just what I did after half an hour or so when "Farrah" (actually a former featured model in the Swedish edition of Playboy, I came to learn) hit the stage. By this time they put one of the secondary stages into use and I visited there for some more tipping. There were still only maybe six or eight customers in the place, so Farrah was assured to come see me after her second pole was done. Before that even happened she sent a waitress to clear her drink order with me.

Over come Farrah followed by her cocktail and we chat for a bit. Then a few dances on the couch. Off comes the top. Two sets of 3 for $100 each set. Then comes (of course) the inevitable upsell. I put up a little resistance expecting to give in which I did. Upstairs they have more private options. Little niches, and then still private semi-closed off rooms. We went with a niche, which comes with mandatory bottle options of a few hundred (unopened -- she took it home) which wound up being a couple grand total, all in with tips to everyone (hostess, waitress, dancer) in "LodgeBucks" or whatever they call it, a special scrip you put on the card. Much more sensual contact. Out came the kitty to play. Probably more to a more aggressive customer, but I enjoy the tease. It's not a Tijuana cathouse after all, so there is a lot of seduction, but it was plenty sexy for my speed. Grinding, unzipping, nuzzling. FF. Numbers exchanged, Insta provided and some subsequent texting.