Shamefully, I have to confess that in my wild and rather disastrous youth, I did indeed go into a strip joint, and the most remarkable thing that happened was a guy in front of my crowd, sttod on a table to get a better view at the, "crucial moment," and unwittingly stuck his head into the path of the fast rotating ceiling fan, which battered him, and although no blood was in evidence, it certainly cooled his ardour.
As I say, my shameful past, but in mitigation, I must say that I didn't know any better, but that is not an excuse.