Privacy? At Mons Venus? ...

Privacy? At Mons Venus? I'm not sure if it was the great weather after so much awful weather, the Red Sox getting swept by the Rays, or what, but NOBODY was in the club. Eight dancers, fewer customers.

When I arrived (sevenish), the parking lot was virtually empty. Two dancers were talking and smiling on the bench outside the door. Paid the $20 cover and got my hand stamped while my eyes adjusted to the dark.

Inside, a very small club, and a single dancer on stage. I sat at the stage, the waitress came by to ask me what I wanted (bottle of water), and had enough ones to watch several sets of dancers. Immediately approached by a dancer who engaged in some nice chitchat, rubbed my shoulders the right way, but was very gracious when I said I'd like to stay on stage and be mellow for a while. And essentially later, rinse, repeat for a while.