Maybe you would need to pay to bang in the champagne room, I never did. My dick was always in my pants. Though my imaginary ex did get a stripper go down on her in the gold room back when we were just fuck pals.
Well, if you count spending for the dances at the club, whiskey and picograms and the taxi, I did pay strippers. And not being an asshole and talking to them like people helps.
And paying for sex could be having a gf with a credit card. Or having a mortgage with your ex. So I pay for sex if that’s your opinion, which could be valid.
But I didn’t give anybody money saying “Suck my dick, put that butt up, turn over.”
