When you open up your club you take an overview of all the tables, and deploy your hostesses to match clients who wander in. Once seated, money starts pouring out of clients as they order more rounds of drinks.
Problems start popping up as the night wears on. When the hostesses need something for the table they show you a hand signal. You learn this sign language after a few sessions—more ice, a towel, an ashtray change. A wide thumb and forefinger gesture means the guest wants another drink. A tiny pinch means a small drink for her, because who knows how many more dull salarymen will want conversations tonight.
Sometimes the guests get angry. Maybe they don't feel sufficiently charmed by the personality they are matched with, maybe they can't hold their drink. You can appease them with gifts, or throw them out.
As I rake in millions I'm slightly baffled by the whole thing. We have strip clubs and escorts, but there's nothing quite like this where I live in the UK, as far as I know. Do the men believe the compliments they have paid for? Do they think the women, and the club, see them as anything more than a fat wallet? What am I missing?
The men never speak. You regularly see repeated 3D models walk in, a churn of workaday customers who might as well be identical. All that really matters are their preferences, and their wealth. I might allow a moneyed guest time with one of the club's 'platinum' hostesses, and I might offer them a session extension because my happy hour bar is almost powered up, and once that's activated I can really milk them.