Waste of time on a Thursday afternoon

As I drove up Rt. 111 north of I-64 I saw there were about a dozen cars in C-Mowe's lot on the left. There is apparently another club just beyond on the right, but the lot was almost empty, so I figure it wasn't worth stopping over there. There was no cover to enter C-Mowe's and no one dancing on the stage to the left as you enter. There's a long bar straight ahead with seating for maybe 20. There were about 5 or 6 ladies, mostly in conversation with customers at the bar.

I bought a bottled water for $6 and asked the bartender if there was any stage dancing. She said not unless someone asked a lady to dance, mostly they just engaged in conversation and interacted with the customers. As I got my water a chunky lady with sagging breasts and a gut stopped by to chat. She was friendly, encouraged me to touch up top and flashed. Then she turned around and did a grind against my lap. She asked if I was interested in a private dance. I asked how much and she asked if I could do $325. I declined. After a couple more minutes she asked if I would buy her a shot. The price she quoted was $12. Instead, I tucked a $5 into her bra and thanked her for stopping by.

A couple of the other ladies looked a bit more attractive, but nothing above a 6. One who was chatting with a customer a couple of seats down seemed to be very impaired. Having spent 15-20 minutes sizing up the place I decided it wasn't going to be worth hanging around, so I left.