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Adrian's POV I walk this sweet, mysterious girl out of the market, which is called where we are to the lounge we would be doing the real stuff. About eighty rooms exist here, both for the regulars and the VIPs. As usual, I'd be opting in for the VIPs, I pay the required amount of money, for four hours which is how long I'd love to spend, it's a thousand dollars, I stand to wish how free I'll get what I want if it was Alessia. She will charge me nothing and still go to have sex with me as much as I want, when and where I want it.

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."

It was an exclusive hookup app for billionaire men who wanted to hook up with women willing to satisfy their wild desires. The VIP registration f*e was $150 It was the last money left on my card because every bank account Liam controlled had been blocked. But still I paid, because this was the only option left for me. The app opened and a notification flashed immediately. Client: Anonymous. Arriving in London tomorrow evening. Fetish: plus-size, curvy women. Extremely high sexual energy. One intense night only. $1,000,000 cash upon completion. Total anonymity with blindfold provided. One million dollars?

“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?”

Somehow, I thought I must've seen her somewhere but I couldn't place where. " Who's that dish?" I asked Bistro. Bistro needn't be told I've taken a keen interest in this girl. " Her name's Ginny. She's one of the regulars around here. She recently bought a VIP membership green card," he then wrinkled his nose in disgust. " She works as a stripper at the Vegas Moon club. You don't wanna get involved with a hoe like her. She's bad news. She's also a messed up junkie when she's not sober."

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."