I inherited one I ran for a year to help pay off student debt and finance other interests. My dancers were bad about going to the dressing room to sleep and probably do drugs. Guys would come in, see no girls on the floor, and go right back out the door to the next club. Then because there were no guys, the girls wouldn't want to come out. It was a cycle of ignorance. I threw away all of the comfortable furniture and replaced it with these little stools I bought from a machine shop. Once a night, i would go back there and throw away any lawn chairs the girls would bring in. They stopped hanging out in the dressing room after that, and we all made more money.