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Elaine curled her lips and said tentatively, “I’m just afraid that you will run away in a huff when I’m not paying attention after you’re done with the spa to leave me there alone to settle the bill for you.” “Are you kidding?” Hannah sneered and then took out a gold card from Shangri-La Hotel and said to Elaine, “I have deposited five hundred thousand dollars in Shangri-La Hotel. I am a VIP there. When I go there to spend, I can just sign the bill so that the money will be deducted from my account directly. I don’t need to bother to pay the bill at all, so why would I let you pay for it?”

When I arrive at my destination, I throw my keys at the valet, make my way past the long line that waits to get in, and stop in front of the bouncer. “Welcome, sir,” he nods, opening the red stanchion that’s stopping me from heading inside. 'Your usual room is available.” “Thanks,” I respond, heading in. Sucking in a breath, I let the scent of alcohol, cigarettes, and sex ease my frustration as I found myself getting lost in the atmosphere before heading upstairs to the VIP lounge, where I could be alone to my own devices. When I reach my usual room, the door is already unlocked, and two women dressed in lacy, see-through lingerie wait for me with expectant looks on their faces and bottles o

Balkin handed her the bottle of Rémy Martin Fine Champagne Cognac VSOP— Balkin was Tyros's tonight. "All right. I'll take care of it!" "Nice! Good luck, I heard those men in VIP room 2 are friends of Mr. Lust." Carnation was stunned but recovered immediately. She smiled at the young man and left in front of the bar counter. Friend of her boss? In that case, are her customers oldies again? But non-batchelors are not allowed in the VIP, right? Tsk. Maybe because they are my boss' friends that is why they have considered them.

I say before hanging up. My Desiree. I’ll be seeing you soon. I put down the phone and let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. I head over to my desk, open my laptop, and draft the email: --- **To:** customercenter@rosesbane.com **Subject:** Payment for VIP Experience Dear Rose’s Bane Customer Center, I would like to proceed with the payment for the VIP experience booked under the name Caspian Hart. Please provide the necessary details for the bank transfer.

A world of intoxication and luxury, dazzling lights and opulent nightlife. Anthony looked at the address on the business card in his hand. When he pushed the door open, the security guard immediately stopped him. “Sorry, sir, this place is membership only. No membership, no entry.” Anthony might have been in Impelia for many years, but he never knew this place existed. He withdrew his surprised gaze and instinctively reached for his phone. “How do I become a VIP?” he asked. The guard sized Anthony up. Looking at his watch, then his shoes, the guard said in a formal tone, “To be honest, our club requires a capital verification for VIP membership.”

"I didn't sleep, with as many men as you think." "According to the rules of the bar." To be a VIP, you must have slept with at least 300 people, inside the venue. —actually it's 300 nights. I have slept, in total with 15 men. Including the ones who raped me. — Are you telling me, that with 9 people you became a VIP. I do not believe you. —7 people. Caspian doesn't count, to level up, and he was already a VIP, when you got there. Those men were frequent customers of the bar. And thanks to Verónica's help, he managed to get the position, as a VIP, much sooner than expected. In exchange, I offered four of my regular clients to continue spending time with them. However, only 3 accepted.

"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.

"The legal team is still finalizing the security parameters for the venue. Where exactly did you say you booked the VVIP suite?" "I told you, it’s The Obsidian," Maeve said, her voice filled with immense pride as she began unpacking the small plates. "It is the absolute crown jewel of Moscow nightlife. You cannot get a table there unless you are a foreign diplomat or an oil minister." "I don't like venues I don't have direct operational control over, Maeve," I muttered, my corporate paranoia flaring. "Who owns the holding company? My intelligence team ran the registration, but it's buried under three layers of offshore shells in Cyprus."

“How? You booked a room? Mira I already told you I wasn't” “I didn't book a room, Christ, that friend of mine that helped get in earlier helped me get a vip card so with this we automatically have a room here and we don't have to stand in line to get in just the card and we're in” “Wow that's so cool” “Yh only that I have to renew it a 1,000 dollar monthly” “Mira, are you crazy?Why would you use ten hundred dollars to renew a club VIP card?”

From a distance, I snapped a photo of the two of them walking arm in arm, then watched them sit down in Room Six, a semi-private room that only VIP members could use. "Excuse me," I asked a server, "is Room Seven taken? Can I move to a private room over there?" The server went to check and came back a moment later. "Room Seven's empty, but you'll need to deposit 100 thousand dollars to become a member before you can use it."