It was my last night in...

It was my last night in Las Vegas, I had heard a radio ad for Sapphire, and I'd done well at the tables. So I arrived in the worst possible state, just waiting to be plucked.

And they are happy to oblige.

It's a huge club, nicely appointed, but from the large entrance fee to the hustle to go back to the VIP area, it's set up as a machine separate men from their money. At least the dancers were of excellent quality, for the most part, which makes up for some of it.