|These heels were made for walking, and then some.|
Actually, me and the most conventionally attractive girl in the whole place, we both left. The same night. For the same reasons. And while it's kinda sad, it was a good & necessary thing. See, I loved the bikini bar. I loved the convenience & what it could have been, and so did my friend. But, the place has problems.
The stage floor rips my skin & is almost always filthy. There are mirrors missing and ajar & broken bits of tube lighting surrounding said stage. The club is often slower than it should be. When they have live performance events they are 90% very frustrating, humiliating, & not profitable for the dancers. They keep around dancers that while they are very nice girls, harm the club's reputation & often drive away customers (and result in the glut of bad reviews online). The dj's do not work with the dancers very well when it comes to selling dances (songs in between dancers on stage are sometimes only a minute long, then songs on stage can sometimes play as long as five minutes or more, the inconsistency severely messes with one's money if doing multiple lap dances in a row. While I understand that myself & my friend are often the only girls selling more than one or two dances at a time, it's still a problem. Still, it was a fun club with a kind of old school, punk rock vibe, with *so* much potential.
But in the end, what drove us away was inept security & inept management.