Vixen

The devil on my shoulder beat up the angel on my side when it came time for a late night caper, or not – , forget not, its so much more fun to say «Yes.»
After a quick shoulder to ankle pat down check by a genuinely pleasant security officer, inside I went for a few drinks.
The music wasn’t blaring to my eardrums and the lights were not beating on my retinas which is a shift from what one might come to expect from a gentleman’s club.
Bartenders were definitely attentive and attractive yet one treated me like I kicker her cat. She just sneered at me from start to finish.
Performers totaled about twelve for the evenings entertainment and didn’t balk if the tips were not coming their way, which is nice as your not left feeling compelled to spend on every single one that crosses your path. Not every gal suited my eye, but for the most part, the ladies are quite attractive.
Once ready to hit the high road home, security called me a cab, opened the door for me and informed the driver to «drive carefully!»
Don’t forget to tip security, they are there to ensure a safe and fun evening for all.

Good spot, nice girls, always treated great, good prices