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Oh God, I needed to get laid and fast. While blow-drying my hair, a notification caught my eye. Checking my phone, I ran across a text message from an unknown number. "You have been invited to the Black&White Club for an unforgettable night. This is your VIP code so that you can treat yourself with free drinks and private dancers for your pleasure. The code is 45572837. We are waiting for you! Don't miss out this one in a lifetime opportunity to make your wildest fantasies come true ;)!"

“General admission’s sold out. You have to buy resell or VIP.” Haley stepped forward fast, pulling out her phone. “How much?” The girl shrugged. “Last I checked, VIP’s four hundred per person.” Haley flagged down a vendor kid sitting near the cotton candy stand. His oversized clown hat nearly slid off when he stood. “You selling?” Haley asked. He glanced around nervously, then nodded. “I got two QR codes. You want in now?” “Three.” He paused. “That will cost you.” Jasmine didn’t blink. “How much?”

Just like the other promise, that he would be closer to me, failed. Just like all the others after an argument, many are in our relationship. To avoid wear and tear, I avoided conflicts and focused more on other things, such as the RLC. Red Light Center is a paid game, if you want something in the game you have to buy the VIP package, but when you are new, they entitled you to a VIP month, and to have the sex you need to be a VIP. After a month, you have the option to pay the monthly fee or annuity.

he shrugged, "I don't make the rules. The owner is adamant about this. And I haven't seen you around before, so I can't let you in without an ID." "Will this be fine?" Alice flashed her cell at the man, showing him a photo of her ID. "Of course, miss. Go right in. Enjoy Havana." the bouncer smiled. Alice scoffed and walked in a dark corridor with blue led lights. There was another security Alice passed who charged her five hundred rands to get in. The price was ridiculous just to get inside a club. A server walked to Alice with a blinding smile showing her perfect teeth. "Welcome to Havana. Would you like a table anywhere down here or upstairs?" She kept her huge smile out and continued, "Si

"On this, the first floor, it is all casino activities. Roulette, blackjack, baccarat, slot machines. You name it, we have it." "The second floor is the entertainment floor. Karaoke rooms, and dance bar lounges fill up all the spaces on that floor." "The third floor is the VIP section. This is where we make the money. It's a mix of both the first and second levels; but only for diamond membership holders." Jonas added, "To qualify, you need to have a net worth of fifty million. You have to dress formally, too." Nikolai continued, "The top floor is the offices. We are taking the private lift at the back to Don Krauser's office."

He shrugged and led me up the stairs. “This is the VIP area,” he explained. “Higher shelf liquor, private entertainment, and there’s gambling on this level. Roulette, blackjack, and poker. No slots. The gambling is all with credits. As far as the government knows, no actual money is exchanged.” “How do the VIP clients obtain the credits?” Armando smiled. “Yeah, there is that.” “And I suppose they cash them out.” “Funny how that works.”

“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.”

"How much do I need to recharge to become a VIP?" The lobby manager became impatient. Did she assume she could easily get a VIP membership? They were at a hotel, not a barbershop! "Sorry, it can't be done now." His tone became increasingly worse. Larissa asked calmly, "Will one million suffice?" The lobby manager replied, "No!" "How about ten million?"

Xavier and I stepped out of the car, handed the keys to the valet, and walked toward the entrance. There was no line. If you were a member, you walked in. If not, you had to buy an expensive ticket, hoping they’d let you in. Xavier had secured two VIP tickets under fake names. We were directed to a non-member lobby. The receptionist asked us to wait while they confirmed our identities. I opened a mind-link. “What if they find out?” I wasn’t ready to give myself away yet.

I led him back to the same elevator. "So I have twelve VIPs that I would really like to have an evening in your casino." "I see," he said nonchalantly, looking at the floor numbers rising on the escalator and avoiding my eyes. "Of course you will bill us for their drinks and expenses but they cover their own chips. And they are very much into their vodka if you can…" "Another presentation piece? That seems risky considering the types of vodka millionaires drink isn't cheap." The doors opened and he led me into it. Enclosed once more I inhaled his scent and felt the dizzy rush of his presence once more.