I've never met a woman who worked at one of Tampa's nude joints who didn't have to get drunk to get up on stage the first time, or couple of times. That little fact telegraphs a lot about the nature of the work.
Nobody goes into it without ambivalence.
Shame, embarrassment, anxiety and maybe desperation to be told for the first time ever that somebody appreciates them all contribute to the case of nerves. Liquor calms, loosens the ropes of inhibitions, makes the music sound better and greases the moves. Pretty soon men start sticking dollar bills in the garter belt. Lots of them. More than you'd get, surely, working the phones as a telemarketer.