Disappointing Visit

I called an Uber to take me from my hotel to Chicas Bonitas. Partway there, the driver said he wasn’t comfortable going to that part of town because of recent shootings and robberies. I asked why he had accepted the ride in the first place and what my options were. He said I could either cancel or he could take me to a nearby strip club that, according to him, was much nicer.

Not wanting to cancel and get into an argument, I went along and asked him to take me to Sapphire, the place he recommended. I had a feeling the club incentivizes drivers to bring in customers, which didn’t sit well with me. Sure enough, after he dropped me off, I noticed him chatting with the manager outside.

I’m generally not a fan of places that rely on that kind of setup, but it was late, and I was curious—I’d never been to a Vegas strip club before. I paid the $50 cover and went in. Within seconds, I was approached by an attractive woman named Mila. There was no small talk—she got straight to the point and asked if I wanted a dance. When I asked about the price, she quoted $300 for a private room and $100 for dances.