At the bar built for the purposes of seeing the titties, Lois is changing behind a scrim that's only there to show a silhouette of her changing. She puts on what appears to be two distinct G-strings. Two G-strings? That's like...an N-string! She whines that she'll never ask Chloe for another favor again. Chloe says Lois isn't doing this for her. Do it for the dead stripper! Surely she had a heart of gold. Or some semi-precious metal. Chloe -- who's just lounging around instead of helping with Lois's outfit -- says that they need to find the truth. Lois says that the last person who found out the truth ended up a hood ornament. Well, she already had the headlights for it. A blonde girl trying to rock the Jessica Alba Sin City cowgirl look walks past Chloe. "Howdy," Chloe says. Chloe pretends to confide that her friend, Lois, is excited about working at the club, but that she thinks it's dangerous. "Especially after that girl was killed and everything," Chloe adds, not very slyly. The cowgirl's expression changes from glazed to annoyed. "How can I explain this to you?" Seems like there was a rough cut made here in her lines. "Don't talk to me. Don't talk to any of us." She leaves in a huff, which is not easy to do when your ass is hanging out of chaps. Lois appears, but we only see her from behind and from her shoulders up. "Well?" she asks. "What do you think?" Chloe, beaming, says, "All I can say is...God bless America!"
There's some hos in this house! There's some hos in this house! Hip-hop music plays as a blonde swings around a pole. A waitress in Fosse-wear walks by, as does a nurse. One girl way in the back is wearing what appears to be a giant furry toilet bowl around her neck. Now that's just dirty. Clark walks in, wearing a suit. I'd be lying if I said it didn't flatter him. Welcome to adulthood, Clark. Clark notices the stripper on stage taking off her top. His eyes widen. No, don't eyejaculate now, Clark! You'll fry her! Clark averts his eyes. "Oh, Lord, please forgive me, for I am about to sport Superwood," Clark thinks. The club manager from earlier spots Clark and comes over to greet him. The guy asks if this is Clark's first time. No, he's sported Superwood before. Clark whips out his club card and says that Lex referred him. Wait a minute, this is a Sam's Club card! No, you can't buy bulk toilet paper here! Clark is asked if Lex will be joining him this evening. In another time, they might have met in the bathroom. I'm very surprised there's no anvil here where Clark would say, "No, I'm flying solo tonight." Instead, Clark says that he's meeting the senator. The manager says he'll show Clark to the senator's usual table. Ooh, busted. Clark looks heartbroken. His Uncle Luke likes breasts. What a disappointment.