I spent sometime in the Underground...

I spent sometime in the Underground on a recent weekday afternoon. Aside from the cigarette smoke, and the loudness of the music, it was a decent time, and it ended with a very good lap dance.

There were a dozen or so dancers. None were ugly; none were breathtaking. Each danced two songs on the stage.

There was a bit of a strange dynamic in play that day. Many dancers would only perform if there were customers at the tip rail -- no one at the tip rail, no disrobing. But, no disrobing, no one at the tip rail. These dancers apparently didn't see the problem with this arrangement. Others, however, removed their tops immediately upon setting foot on the stage.