Club XS

BREAKING NEWS: Local couple economically stimulated by XS, punished for it. Tonight XS ran a masterclass in the old "collect the barfine, THEN release the fine print" hustle. We barfined a lovely 32 year old lady. We asked if SHE had any rules. "No rules!" she said. She asked if WE had rules. "No rules!" Her mamasan materialized out of the shadows and vacuumed up the 6k faster than a Roomba on turbo. Then we got back to the room and the rules bloomed like spring flowers. Shower - in front of her, so she could supervise our hygiene like a disappointed school nurse. Brush our teeth - which we had done approximately 20 minutes earlier, but apparently our mint game wasn't certified. Condoms - for the man who, like 99% of men and 99% of the girls in this town, had never once required one. We politely declined this surprise rules package, so we did the courteous thing and returned her. Back at XS, the mamasan delivered the twist ending: "Those are the rules. No refund." Fascinating. Rules that exist only after payment. Schrödinger's house rules - simultaneously nonexistent at the bar and ironclad at the room. And the kicker: we had nearly the SAME experience at Avalon. So this isn't a scam, it's a franchise. Meanwhile, the drinks have been weak, watery, and basically alcohol-adjacent for a while now - we'd quietly switched to bottle service and said nothing like polite little ATM machines. We've spent good money at XS for the shows, night after night for 3.5 years. Tonight was opening night and closing night of our patronage. Was this a new scam? For us, yes. For them? I doubt it. Practice makes perfect.