O.K, here is a history lesson for those of you too young to remember the glory days of skimpys and pub strip shows.
Once upon a time back in the late seventies and early eighties there were a heck of a lot of struggling pubs in Perth. To get people in during the days (lunch-time) and to attract post-work punters they started using skimpy and topless barmaids and "fashion shows" which were really strip shows. Raunchy, Pussycats on Parade and, later "Sunset Strip" the forerunner of Xotica, were the big names but quite a few pubs like the Civic in Hay Street employed their own in-house dancers.
Some of the wilder places were the Warwick Arms (now gone) Greenwood Tavern (yuppiefied) the Broken Hill, sometimes ruefully refered to as the Broken Nose, and the Old Melbourne, now also both gentrified. Strictly speaking the entertainment was supposed to be topless only but G-strings often "accidentally" came adrift and the girls strangely didn't seem to notice.:

The Charles even had topless pool players taking on all comers - how's that for a distraction??
Behind the bar the topless barmaids moved from no tops to tranparent "dresses" to fully nude and the owners of Raunchy opened an eatery in Leederville where all the waitresses were nude or close to it and you could eat your dessert (a cold one) off a naked girl's belly or have her feed it to you while sitting on your lap.
All the randy young men were happy, the ladies made quite a good living from the trade, the publicans rubbed their hands together and counted the cash, the sun shone, the boobs bounced and everyone was happy.
Then the people made a terrible mistake.
They voted into power a Labor Government peopled by rabid feminists like the wicked witch of Leederville, Carmen Lawrence and the wicked witch from the North, Pam Beggs, who became the minister for racing and gaming and liquor licensing.
Soon, there were "complaints" about the pub shows being degrading to women and a few over the top performances made a big splash in the papers. It is true that some of the shows were going a bit far and should have been reined in but, of course, that was not on the agenda. Overnight they were canned, not by legislation ( pollies are blokes too) but by the liquor licensing court invoking a section of the act requiring all persons serving liquor or on licensed premises to be dressed "in an appropriately decent" manner.
A few pubs managed to carry on by sectioning off a part of their premises for "adult" entertainment with warning signs to keep the faint of heart and easily offended drinkers away but it was the begining of the end. The drinking culture changed, partly due to the booze-bus crackdown , the old-style booze-barns with a couple of dozen taps were gradually replaced by more genteel taverns with a focus on attracting families and many older style pubs simply closed down.
Nowadays, the glory days exist only in the memories of senior citizens like Svengali. Like so many other things in life, you blokes just becoming adults now will never have as much fun as we did so forgive us if we rub your noses in it occasionally:laughing4