How can I put this... ...

How can I put this... Diva's blows (and not in the good kind of way either). I should have known better than to stick around when I saw the nipple paint. Apparently, the girls all have to paint their nipples thanks to the church across the street (who puts a strip club across the street from a church anyway). The dancers on stage move very quickly from one person to the next and thus hit up each person more often. Yes it makes them more money, but I quick ass shake is all it took for one girl to ask for money and then on to the next guy. I expect more than 5sec of work for my dollar. I figured maybe the private dances would be better, so I got a double with each of two girls. The dances were almost entirely air, one more so than the other. Surely, this couldn't be all there was to this place. So I tried a "champagne room" dance which was supposedly in a bigger more private room... it wasn't any more than a foot wider, and not at all more private in fact it was even less private given where the bouncer was sitting and the position of the couch. Another odd thing, the dancers expected a tip for each song of a private dance rather than all at once at the end, and the one champagne room girl told me after the first song that she expected a minimum $50 tip ("we tip $20's in the champagne room" she said). $20 tip per song on top of the $80 for the room itself... and still no touching allowed, what a rip off. My money would have been better spent in gas/cab to drive up to La Casa (60miles north)! Needless to say, I will not be back to Diva's... ever.