Which is just what audiences anticipate from a woman who has made her living performing, writing and directing pornographic films. De Moya was coy, though, about what to expect when Daniels, whose real name is Stephanie Clifford, shows up to perform two shows each night on Monday and Tuesday.
De Moya declined to say whether there would be any special arrangements when the country's most polarizing pole dancer takes the stage. It would be like "any old night," he said, but they "just happen to have Stormy Daniels here."
Though "here," as de Moya added, is "pretty close to the White House."
Tickets for the shows have been on sale on the club's website: general admission is $50 for entry to the main floor, and comfy leather VIP-level seating is $100. As for the 12-guest skyboxes, which offer aerial views of dancers turning somersaults on poles below? For $3,500 per show, they come with added enticements such as bottles of champagne, truffle popcorn and "Dark and Stormy Shots."
The Cloakroom - which bills itself as a multilevel adult entertainment venue - is, by all appearances, more upscale than the last place Daniels performed when she visited the area, at Fantasies Nightclub and Sports Bar in Baltimore, a squat concrete building about 15 minutes from the airport.
The cover charge at that event in April was $15 for early arrivals. The menu offered deep-fried fish nuggets and chicken wings served with "G-string onion straws." And while the Cloakroom has scheduled a 6 p.m. Daniels performance to accommodate summer work hours, on her first night in Baltimore, Daniels didn't appear onstage until after 10:30 p.m.
A succession of house dancers entertained a restive audience of regulars, strip-club first-timers and journalists until Daniels sashayed onstage as a sequined Little Red Riding Hood.
She performed in heels that were modest by the standards of the night - a reminder, like the 1980s dance music, that Daniels, at 39, is a senior figure among strippers. As the crowd broke into chants of "Stormy! Stormy! Stormy!" and some showered her with bills, all things were revealed, as Cloakroom promises they will be this week.
It was all over in about 10 minutes.
Or so it seemed, until Daniels crawled along the bar with a man carrying a purple bucket walking beside her. Strip-club newcomers were transfixed, tucking bills into her thong. One man pressed Daniels to join him on his bar stool. She declined. "I'm not doing lap dances tonight," Daniels told him.
Is that what visitors should expect when Daniels comes to Washington, D.C.?
"No," said de Moya, who was willing to offer some idea of what not to expect: At the Cloakroom, performers are not allowed on the bar.
"This is a high-class gentlemen's club," de Moya said as neon-blue lights shone on a topless dancer nearby. "You can quote me on that."
