Lonely Tuesday

After landing in town late Tuesday evening, at approximately 10:30 PM, I decided to hit the nearest club. It was just 2 minutes from airport car service, so very convenient. I got there just after 11 PM and was met with a rather sparse parking lot, suggesting a tranquil night ahead but I kept my hopes alive. My first destination was the nude section, which, to my surprise, was nearly devoid of activity. The vast club was occupied by a solitary dancer, seemingly engrossed with her phone. I waited a few songs and after acquiring the customary Red Bull and water, I approached her to engage in conversation or ask for a dance. However, she curtly indicated her unavailability, that struck me as somewhat peculiar given the pronounced absence of other patrons. Consequently, I found myself seated for the duration of a few songs, yet no additional dancers emerged to enliven the space.

Transitioning to the topless side, a subtle shift in atmosphere was immediately discernible. Here, a modest gathering of other customers spread out with four dancers, creating a slightly more animated environment. I situated myself near the main stage, observing a couple of rotations of performers as I sipped my red bull. In due course, a tall, slender, light-skinned dancer, possessing a notably natural physique, initiated a conversation. I talked to her for a few floor dances, which, regrettably, proved to be rather unremarkable. While she did permit hip touches, this was the extent of the physical contact; she barely brushed against me during the dances.

In reflection, this particular visit did not yield a particularly rewarding experience. Nevertheless, I remain inclined to grant the establishment another opportunity when I come back to town, as the notably low attendance might very well have been attributable to the specific day of the week.