The hiring manager must be getting kickbacks from a (bad) surgeon

Vivid was on the same street as my hotel, so I walked by several times while in Manhattan. The club was nearly anonymous, and could easily be missed if not for the doorman. The guy on the street was handing out passes for free cover several afternoons, so I had one when I finally decided to stop by on a Wednesday around 10pm. I don't know what the cover would normally be. They had a mandatory free coat check.

The club felt very small inside. There was a stage on one side and a handful of seats. Spiral stairs went up above to more VIP spaces. In the back was a small bar in a narrow space, with some bar-side stools.

Every woman in the club had badly done cosmetic surgery. All of the dancers had large fake boobs and butts, some really badly executed. After watching a few stage sets of uninspired dancers I walked through to the bathroom to see if there were any other options coming and came up empty. All of the dancers hanging out at the bar were also cartoons. Even the bartenders and waitresses had fake tits.