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Most of the customers there have to pay a thousand of dollars just to get the reservation. I looked up at the stairs that were connecting the first and second floor. It had a red ribbon and two buff security guards before a customer could even take a step on the stairs. VIP customers have to show a black card with engraved words of Padi's on it before allowing them to go up. When I didn't see the man I was waiting to come to, I resumed my work.

Third person POV Inside the sex house, after Jose was given his VIP room, he went and unlocked his laptop because the password to it was in the sticker attached to his room key, as it booted in he saw a notification. Benefits of a VIP - A VIP has the right to expel any member that's not a VIP member from the club (Can be anyone as long as the person is not one of the VIPs) - A VIP has the right to stay in the club as long as they like (It can he for months or years, and will be feed by the house non-stop)

He ordered a seal from Vodka, and his eyes kept looking at the woman of the night there. "Is there anything you're interested in?" Lorensius came over and asked a guest who was a regular at their club if he could afford to spend a lot of money on an open table. "Who is that girl?" he asked, pointing at Jasmine. "She's the new girl here; her name is Jasmine." "Ah, new girl, too bad I can't get to know her." Lorensius laughed. "She only serves VIPs, and I handpick the guests," Lorensius gave the man some understanding.

“We have a private collection in the back. Pieces we only show to our VIP clients.” She paused, as if gauging my reaction. I arched a brow. “Oh? How does one become your VIP client?” She cleared her throat. “To get access to our VIP section, one has to be a registered premium member, which means, you have to have spent a certain amount of money in the last one year,” she smiled shyly. I blinked, “How much are we talking about?” The saleslady hesitated for a moment before answering, lowering her voice. “To qualify as a premium member, you’d have to have spent around five hundred thousand dollars in the past year.”

"M-Ms. Swanson? Did you just call her that?" Cornell stammered. His mind was blank and buzzing. I swirled the wine in my glass and glanced coldly at him. "Theo, these two entered the venue using my VIP invitations. They told the whole world that they were Maxwell's diehard fans. They also said that they knew you very well. Do you know them too?" Theo's face turned stern at once as he whirled around to glare at Cornell.

I pushed myself off the bed, my legs still shaky, and headed to the bathroom. When I was done, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked back to my laptop. The notifications were piling up… tips, messages, requests for VIP content. I scrolled through them, dismissing most, until one caught my eye. It was a private message, marked with a special icon that indicated a high-value account. The name was simply "V." No profile picture, no bio, nothing but a single message.

“Our president is extremely busy. Why would she personally reserve a seat for you? Who do you think you are? Are you a chief editor or a fashion guru?” Then, he turned to look at Henry and said pleasantly, “Mr. Lee, don’t be angry. I’ll settle this issue for you immediately. Ms. Reid has specially asked us to take good care of you as our VIP. No one can snatch your seat away from you!” He waved at the security. “Why are you still standing there? Remove this person immediately! Will you take responsibility if the show opening is delayed?” The two security guards immediately stepped forward with the intent to grab me.

The organizers normally kept a low profile and avoided trouble, but since this was being taken personally, they had to speak up. “All invited guests are treated the same. To prevent people from placing fake bids that disrupt others, every bidder pays a deposit. For regular seats, the deposit is ten million; for VIP seats, it’s one hundred million. But simply paying the deposit isn’t enough to get a VIP seat. You also have to…” The host deliberately built suspense, pausing dramatically and sweeping his gaze across the crowd before settling meaningfully on Esther’s VIP seat. “And you have to…” “What?!” “Host, tell us! We’re dying to know!” ***

That was the one Theo had chosen. And she wasn't about to let anyone take it. "How do I become one of your VIP members?" The sales associate looked at her with open disdain. "You need to spend at least five million in our store before you can apply for VIP membership." She tilted her head, almost smugly. Five million. That should scare this nobody off. But instead, Scarlett calmly swept her gaze around the store. "I'll take everything." Silence. The kind that lands so hard you could hear a pin drop.

] The poor young man looks at his laptop, and his followers keep on rising so quick! His eyes are about to pop out when he received a VIP message. V-VIP message? He asked himself, and he looks at the prices worth of these crazy things. Upon scrolling and discovering it—Sam nearly spits his coffee when seeing the price of opening a VIP message on this application. It is a whopping ten thousand pesos, and his soul nearly goes out of his body! "This is a damn bullshit-- "his jaws tightened "—no way a person will spend that crazy amount of money just to send a message."