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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

Luigi’s POV “You sure you’re up to this?” I asked Logan. We were in the VIP room of a high end restaurant, ready to host a business dinner for several big buyers. They were all CEO’s of private liquor stores, and we were hoping they’d carry our Wine Not brand.

Aaliyah replied before we were unconsciously pulled into an argument to what name really suited us- -when we actually really gathered to welcome Wu back from her rehabilitation center. "I like a little mystery, we-" Wu had started out before Jacqueline clicked her glass to gather our attention. "-the vamps" She interrupted with a slight shrug of her shoulders and we hesitantly held up our glasses this time-- "Too cliché" Wu eye rolled. We looked to her as she brought out her blow, it was to no surprise to us that even after rehab, Wu still had no plan to stay clean-

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.

I get back in my car and follow Julius as he drives. Our journey to INDAY'S BAR doesn't take long. We immediately look for a place to sit. "Hello, new customers. Would you like to register as VIP CUSTOMERS? Of the 98 people who registered, there are two VIP ROOMS available, so register now," a woman announces. Julius immediately stands up and goes to the announcer.

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?"

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.