He nodded towards the flickering neon lights outside with his chin, "See those clubs? The Cheetah, Solid Gold... they've been around for decades."
"When you walk in, it's dimly lit, the music is loud, and the drinks are expensive, but the girls' figures are absolutely genuine."
"For twenty US dollars, you can buy a dance. A pretty girl will sit on your lap and dance for the whole song; you can watch, you can smell, but you can't touch, that's the rule."
The green light turned on, and the car moved forward slowly. The driver lowered his voice, his tone becoming more mysterious.
"Of course, there's always someone who breaks the rules or wants more. Then you'll have to head to the VIP room. The prices there are different, a few hundred US dollars, and the pleasures you can experience are different too."
"As for what specific pleasures those are... it depends on how thick your wallet is and how much the girl likes you."
