I grit my teeth as I plop down in a chair and the chatter around me comes to a halt. Everyone’s attention turns to the stage that’s illuminated with a dark purple haze as the first few bars of “Hurt” the Nine-Inch-Nails version begins to play. A second later, Ginger saunters out on stage. Only it isn’t Ginger…it’s Aspen. I’ve been to a few strip clubs before and the girls always come out in some sexy get up aimed to entice us.
