I had the distinct pleasure of meeting Miss Alps at a strip club a few years ago. What blew my mind is that I was one of the few guys to approach her after her dancing and ask for a personal photo with her. I also bought one of her photos and had her sign it. I was the ONLY guy who paid for a personal dance with her. She said the bad thing was that my state's dancing laws could not allow her to touch me like they do in Vegas. Her dancing wasn't much better than Christina's, but compared to Christina, she was Ginger Rogers. Anyway, she hugged me twice--once upon approaching her and once after the Polaroid with her had been taken. It was like being hugged by a gal with two air bags in her shirt. The funny thing is when she sat on my right leg for the Polaroid, her left breast hit me in the head. She acted like it was no big deal, yet it caught me off-guard. She was very nice and friendly, and I think the club's patrons were morons to ignore a gal like her.