original tagline Being a manager is hard, mind control helps

I’m the bartender with the nice face, who nods to all your opinions as long as you drink. I’m the gorgeous dancer centrestage, flying across the pole so it’s basically impossible not to rent a private booth. Rushing overhead from one corner to the other, I’m the reason the puppets play their parts to perfection. Yes, yes, perfection!

One of the girls sees you, seated alone, absorbed in the ambience. I stop. Why aren’t you drunk, why aren’t you revelling? I appear behind you.

“Hi - why?”