I was there a few days ago for the first time in years. It was rather quiet, the strippers looked bored out of their minds, the male customers were unattractive and (IMO) sloppily dressed. You usually only get a table if you purchase over-priced champagne, but they waive this rule on quiet nights. They parade the strippers on the stage (usually 2-3 at a time, the DJ calling out their names) who perform a strip show - it's their way of advertising them. After they are finished, they leave the stage and get dressed in front of you and proceed to skulk the room, looking for customers to chat to and buy drinks whilst trying to convince those same customers to buy a private dance with them.
The person I had accompanied bought me a private dance but, despite this one woman being absolutely beautiful and very sweet (and smelt amazing!), I failed to get turned on. They don't touch you (and you are not allowed to touch them), but they do strip completely naked and get very, very close - you can pretty much see everything.
Boob-jobs aside (which I personally dislike the look/feel of), a lot of the women have amazing bodies, but (bar the woman who gave me a dance) I just did not find them that attractive - more to do with the artificial setting, I think, than their looks. A couple of them were also amazing pole-dancers but, to be honest, I was more impressed by their skill and obvious athleticism/body strength as opposed to their state of un/dress. As for not being tattooed, that's not true - quite a few of them have tattoos (the woman who gave me a dance had a small pretty swirly one to the side of her pubis, another woman had quite an extensive one on her back (angel wings) which I thought made for beautiful body art).
Stringfellows is a clean club and, officially, no 'extras' are given - whilst you are in the club. Whilst I was waiting to leave, one of the girls took a punter outside in the pouring rain and returned a few minutes later looking a touch more disheveled whilst the punter (very unattractive, with the hairiest back I had ever seen - yes, it poked through the collar of his tshirt!) looked a bit too pleased with himself. It made my skin crawl.
I went in a bid to be my previous young, "cool" self, but it just made me feel grubby. I won't be going back, and the experience has made me realise that I would have very little respect for a man who willingly went there, even/especially at the supposed behest of friends.