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The place was clearly for the rich and powerful, and she stood out like a sore thumb in her grey t-shirt and black shorts. Antonio led her up the staircase to the VIP center. Here, it was quieter. There was a private luxury lounge for high stakes games and VIP clients. A quick look around revealed security cameras and surveillance systems. Antonio led her into the empty private lounge and she sat beside him. "Have you ever been to a gambling house?" He asked, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. Isabella shook her head, then she quickly remembered his warning and answered. "No, master. You must be a VIP here."

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!” ***

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.

Who do you think you are? When Ellie saw what was happening, she hurriedly spoke up to try to ease the tension and awkwardness. "Theo, Cornell's quite well-known in the industry too. He even received a VIP invitation to this event today! That's why we're here." Theo just laughed coldly. His eyes turned sharp. "A VIP invitation? There are only ten of those given out, and they were all given only to Max's family, friends, and sponsors. Where did yours come from?"

Ethan explained dejectedly. Ethan continued to attempt logging in while Steven persistently logged him out. "I assume you are aware of the VIP client who was defrauded of five billion pounds today, and that everyone, including myself, is contributing to the effort?" Steven inquired, feigning ignorance. "Yes, I am aware, which is precisely why I am trying to log in so I can assist. However, the system keeps logging me out. The affected client is one of my top VIP clients," Ethan elaborated.

"Hello, where's the VIP section? Please take me there." Sasha couldn't help but laugh out loud. All she wanted now was to humiliate Felix while ignoring the curious looks coming from others. "Haha! VIP section? Even the most basic VIP account requires a minimum balance of ten million dollars. Do you even have ten thousand on you, you pauper?" Judging from Felix's outfit and Sasha's words, Jamie was skeptical that he was a VIP client. According to the rules, they had to verify his identity first. "Sir, please show your bank card and verify your fingerprint here."

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.”

Bars littered the walls with plush purple seating and circled booths scattered the VIP area that Jason and I headed to. "Fuck, it's packed!" Jason whined like a moody child as we walked through hoards of people to the VIP section. Were servers dressed skimpily with glowing trays of drinks, carrying empty bottles and glasses back to the bar while others rushed to serve in whatever way V's VIP members desired! Nothing was off limits at V's; you could purchase an hour with a waitress or dancer just as you could purchase a row of shot glasses filled with sambuca. And I intended to enjoy the evenings and all V's had to offer; if the pussy didn't help me forget Aurora, the top-shelf whiskey would.

Wendy yelled at the counter, still drunk. The attendant, noticing Wendy's condition, double-checked, “Are you sure you want the VIP room?” “Yes! Give us the VIP room!” Wendy insisted. “There’s only one VIP room left,” the attendant said. “The deposit is 1,000, and the minimum consumption is 28,000.” Wendy, stunned by the price, almost asked, *Why don’t you just rob a bank instead?* But Caitlin knew how large and luxurious the VIP room was, and it wasn’t necessary for just the three of them. “Wendy, let’s go for a regular room, we don’t need something that fancy.”

I tucked away my phone and exhaled. The crystal dome of Velvet Lounge loomed ahead. Damian rolled the Lamborghini to a slow halt, and valets rushed forward immediately. One minute we were stepping into the VIP elevator, the next we were stepping into the club. The bass thumped, dim lights flickered, and the air smelled faintly of cedar smoke and designer perfumes. A host approached with a practiced smile. “Welcome to Velvet Lounge.” Damian nodded. “Reservation under Rivera.” She glanced at her tablet. “Of course, this way please.”