Gu Yixuan didn’t believe that he had truly lost the qualifications to be a man; he decided to test himself with other women tonight. He refused to believe that he was actually impotent!
It had been a long time since he visited ’Night Charm.’ The private room Gu Yixuan requested was still the Supreme VIP Room.
He didn’t turn on the lights; his face was completely obscured in the dimly lit room. The manager knew it was him who had arrived, but had been instructed not to divulge his identity.
"You, and you..." The manager’s gaze fell on Mo Ran, feeling that Mo Ran had a good figure and looks, but was too indifferent. Not suitable for serving a VIP.
Better not call her then.
Her finger pointed to another girl, "You three come here, today a VIP has booked the chief suite. You three go in and serve. Remember, be obedient. Don’t say what you shouldn’t say, don’t look at what you shouldn’t look, and don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask."
Everyone here knew the rules: do not interfere in any of the guests’ affairs. The manager emphasized this again, indicating that the VIP was not easy to serve.
However, if the VIP was well served, there would be a hefty tip. With some luck, it could be tens of thousands.
The three girls followed the manager with a sense of anticipation and anxiety.
Mo Ran was applying makeup when they left. She asked a girl beside her, "Do you know who the VIP is?"
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"I don’t know," the girl shook her head.
Mo Ran dejectedly averted her gaze, scheming to find an opportunity to take a look later.
In the private room, the three girls felt an overwhelming pressure as soon as they walked in. The lights were off, and the only source of light was from the luminous lamp under the tempered glass table.
Aside from the drinks on the table, they couldn’t see anything else.
But in the dimness, they vaguely saw a silhouette sitting in front of them.
"There’s 200,000 here; who will go out with me?" A deep, pleasant voice sounded, and at the same time, a check appeared on the table.
The three girls were stunned for a moment, not expecting the person to demand company as soon as he arrived.
’Night Charm’s’ hostesses can also ’go out,’ as long as it is voluntary.
Many girls would ’go out’ occasionally to earn more money. All three of them had experience in this area.
"Me." Almost simultaneously, all three raised their hands.