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Thumbellina's was always busy. Crowds milling about the lobby, gathering wines and beers, playing around the few game tables set up at the edges of the large room, and the customers with bulky wallets browsing the selection of dancers prior to choosing their private show.
The little women in flower petal skirts, or miniature fishnets and leather bras, with their exotic, otherworldly features, were a valuable commodity for both the business and the consumers. The quintet that would perform synchronized routines while singing like sirens for the crowd; the trio that would strip themselves and each other in elaborate teases and demonstrations of their hard-earned talent; the occasional (only offered on special occasions, or for the right price) assembly of all 13 combining poles with song and hands on contact with the audience.
Perhaps the most sought out service, is the hands on private show. For those forking over two grand, the five inch dancer will offer herself entirely for the pleasure of the purchaser.

Then the business gets rid of their broken dancer.

And Thumbellina's comes out with a new girl, new excitement, and special prices.