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Wilbur smiled. "Manager!" one of the men shouted, and a beautiful lady walked over at once. Both men each took out a black card, handing it over to the manager. "Get us ten million dollars' worth of chips right now." The manager took the cards with a smile. "Of course, gentlemen. You're both VIP members of our casino who have spent over a hundred million dollars here, your chips will be brought over in no time." She sped off after that. The two men sneered coldly, looking over at Wilbur smugly.

The attendant gave her a once over and changed the tone of his voice as he asked, “Are you a new hire?” Sonnet shook her head. “Excuse me, madam. We don’t accept regular guests,” the attendant said coldly. “It’s like this. I’d like to ask about something that happened five years ago…” “I’m sorry, madam. We can’t expose our clients’ private information,” the attendant cut her off before she could finish speaking. “What do I need to do to become a VIP member at the club?” Sonnet asked. “You need to pay a minimum of 15 thousand dollars to become a member,” the attendant replied. He paused and added, “You can also enter the club if you’re a guest of one of our VIP members.”

I asked, aloud. She answered immediately, "Regular customers are basically just regular wolves. All our customers are rich, but they are the lowest class, you could reject to do a private dance for them, it's on you. VIPs rank higher than regular customers and they also pay higher as well. You should have a very, very good reason to reject a VIP but if not, you can't. Now, VVIPs, on no account should you reject a private dance with a VVIP, they pay millions of dollars. One night with a VVIP could change your life and make you an automatic millionaire. They include the highest-ranking wolves in the country. We've never turned down a VVIP and don't plan on doing so anytime soon, either. I'm su

Jasmine exclaimed with a frown. "If you're with other guests, you can get a lot more than that!" Jasmine opened her eyes wide. "Are you serious?" she asked doubtfully. "Of course! Like the deal we made earlier, you will only serve VIP guests, and of course, you will get quite a lot of money from them," "Approximately how many men do I have to serve so I can leave quickly?" Jasmine muttered as she leaned her back against the sofa. "Depends!" said Lorensius, opening his laptop again.

"Watch your mouth, or don't blame me for what happens next." Kelly was intimidated by the look in my eyes. She took two steps back and started barking at an usher nearby. "Throw her out now, or I'll have Mr. Lawrence revoke this venue's right to operate!" The usher quickly came over and tried to reason with me. "Miss, we'll refund your ticket in full and upgrade you to another seat for free. Is that okay?" I refused sternly. "No! This isn't about money." I had waited a month for this concert. I even set alarms in the middle of the night just to grab this seat. There was no way I'd give it up because of her.

he muttered, “you’re being awfully nonchalant about gambling with such high risks. In fact, you seem like you know more about gambling than I originally thought.” Alevos waved to the air around them. “I’m the owner of a First-Row VIP Box Seat at the Viper Pit,” he said. “Of course I know about games! And I definitely know about winning them! Or did you think I spent all my time getting slow-cooked by my own forge?!”

She wiped them quickly, angry at herself for crying. Morgan shifted, discomfort creeping into his posture. “And how do you know all this? Were you there before?” She shook her head and stared down. “Sometimes Ozzy brags. In front of us.” Reyes asked one more question. “What about the clients?” She cleared her throat. “VIPs. People with money. Power. The kind of people Riko doesn’t even look in the eye. They pay thousands. They wear masks. They get the fresh ones. The quiet ones. The trained ones. The ones who won’t say no.”

She asked, still frozen in place. “VIP membership.” He said. “This location and the other three. Permanent access, private entrance, reserved table whenever you want it.” Freya stared at the card, almost feeling tears pooling in her eyes. She knew what this was. People waited years for these. Corporations bought them as gifts for clients they were desperately trying to impress. She had heard someone mention the annual f*e once at a dinner party in the tone people used for numbers that made them slightly uncomfortable. Three hundred and eighty thousand dollars.

All I could think about was taking my mom, Helena Nightfall, away from that miserable household, moving somewhere far away, and starting a new life with her. She had agreed again and again. But the moment my dad, Victor Nightfall, came home, she told him everything. My gambling addict dad’s eyes had lit up like a predator spotting prey. He marched straight up to me and demanded the ticket. "Where is it? Hand it over! So you hit the jackpot and didn’t tell your old man? Planning to run off with your mom? "You ungrateful little brat. Your money is my money. How dare you make decisions on your own?"

app is a subscription platform for exclusive and explicit sexual content, only for those over +18. VIP customers of the app have no limits and fewer restrictions. For Alexandra, being part of the app is a juicy new income, as she will be able to pay for the house she has always dreamed of, tricking her aunt into thinking that she is paying monthly rent to live in a huge mansion on a saleswoman's salary.