Samantha and Layla walked into the nightclub and were immediately captivated by the atmosphere. The dim, ambient lights, the rhythmic beats of the music, and the subtle scent in the air made them feel both relaxed and excited.
In the center of the stage, several men were performing. Some were wild, while a few were seductive. There was even one dressed up in a suit and tie, exuding a powerful charm like a businessman. He swayed his hips to loud cheers from the audience.
Even the waiters were clean-cut and good-looking.
Most of the customers were stylish young women in strappy dresses, cheering and squealing with excitement. The whole scene was lively and bustling.
It was a complete contrast to the club they used to work in, which had been full of bald, pot-bellied men.
As soon as they walked in, a smiling waiter approached and asked, "Ladies, what can I get for you?"
Layla got straight to the point. "We'll take a private room."
"We do have a minimum charge for private rooms. It starts at 500 dollars," the waiter explained.
"Yeah, go ahead and book it for me," Layla said.
Seeing how decisive Layla was, the waiter immediately became even more respectful. Anyone who spent freely here was considered a VIP.
He said, "Of course! Right this way, ladies."
The waiter led them upstairs to a private room on the second floor. The moment the door swung open, they were hit with a wave of heat filled with perfume, alcohol, and the heavy scent of testosterone.
There were fruit platters on the coffee table. The waiter handed them a tablet and said, "All of our escorts are listed here. There are 126 of them."
He leaned in slightly, tapped the screen, and continued with the introduction. "There is detailed information on each escort. You can see their height, weight, and specialties. If someone's already booked, the button below their profile will be grayed out.
"There are also past customer reviews at the top. Feel free to browse around. Take your time!"
Layla asked, "Can we see the escorts first? I need to see the real thing before I choose."
Samantha was absolutely stunned. Layla was fearless with her words!
The waiter grinned and replied, "Of course, you can. You can pick a few, and I'll bring them all in. Then you can choose at your leisure."
"Alright!" Layla nodded and started studying the tablet seriously. She pointed at a photo and asked, "Sam, how about this one?"
"He's quite decent," Samantha replied.
"What about this?" Layla pointed at another guy.
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