I enter some sort of strip bar, with some friends. There are lots of girls, but instead of being scantily clad like real-life strippers, they are wearing a certain color of shirt, I think baby blue, like the uniform of a hospital worker (*).

Scott sits down at the edge of the stage, where one usually has to chip in a dollar per dance, and I think that's a good idea, but there is no dancer, and it doesn't seem like there will be. The stage doesn't seem to be in use.

There is a girl, who may be with my group, but I don't know her very well. She's making arrangements with a guy for them both to get some very expensive private service, like a table dance, but it's going to be $250. At the last minute she switches guys, like it doesn't even matter which guy comes along. I see her across the room, being rubbed and touched very sensually on the breasts by one of the strippers.

(* I just watched several episodes of "Scrubs", in which they all wear similar and very clearly color-coded uniforms)