At this moment, Cheyenne sincerely felt fortunate to be born in this warm country filled with love. Whether it was for herself or for her country, she would fulfill her duty as a doctor in the future and save lives and heal the wounded.
It was ten o’clock in the evening.
The famous club in Akloit – the Vintage Club.
The colorful lights were dazzling and fragmented, and the ear-piercing music gave people headaches.
Men and women in the dance floor were dancing together, while a group of young and beautiful ladies were parading on the high platform, wearing cool outfits and strutting on the runway.
The sequined mini skirts that barely covered their buttocks, paired with twelve-centimeter high heels, elongated their legs.
This made every model have long and straight legs, making the men below stare straight at them, almost shedding tears.
The women on stage had small circular badges with numbers attached to their waists.
The men sitting below could simply choose one and spend money to take them away on the spot.
A female host in a black dress enthusiastically introduced the girls next to her on stage.
“Welcome esteemed guests to the Vintage Club. These eight new ladies are all top-notch beauties, each one is tender and fresh.”
“Everyone’s preferences are catered to, and all of the ladies will surely satisfy you, gentlemen.”
“The first is named Lily, the second Sweetbaby… and the eighth Butterfly!”
“They all have unique skills. If any esteemed guest wishes to see, you only need to pay 9999, and the girls on stage will perform for you individually.”
As soon as the words “unique skills” and “individual performance” were mentioned, there was more cheering from the audience below.
Colorful mocking remarks kept coming, vulgar and unaware.
“Butterfly is the best looking. I could play with those legs for a year without getting bored.”
“Number one is not bad either, her chest is ample enough.”
“I think number six looks the best, don’t you think she resembles a star? What’s her name… Kate, right?”
“Tsk tsk… maybe she got plastic surgery to look like my goddess Kate, but she’s no match for my goddess.”
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If Master Glenn found out that they were joking about Miss Zamora, they wouldn’t live to see the next day.
Number six, huh?
Someone specifically glanced at the girl with the number six, with long hair cascading down her shoulders, tall figure, and a high nose bridge on her oval face.
Her temperament was between sweet and mature, and she indeed bore a resemblance to Kate.
As if thinking of something fun, the woman raised her hand slightly.
Under the hazy lights, her hand was enveloped in a black lace glove, looking delicate and sexy.
“Go and buy number six for me.”
The young man behind her seemed to freeze for a moment upon hearing this, then he leaned towards the woman with a look of grievance.
Pouting, he intentionally blew a hot breath by her ear, full of flirtation as he said, “Missy, can I not satisfy you? Why do you still want to buy a woman?”
She didn’t even look back, and she sharply retorted, “What are you? Mind your own business. This is my rule!”
“If you’re not satisfied, then get lost! The things I lack the least in my life are money and men!”
The young man’s face stiffened, and his smile froze on his face. He quickly apologized in a low voice, “I’m sorry, Miss Weaver, I didn’t mean it.”
Of course, he couldn’t leave Miss Weaver.
Compared to those older rich women with deteriorating figures, Miss Weaver was young, beautiful, and had an exceptional figure. She lacked neither money nor power.
Being chosen by her was the dream of all the men in the club!
So what if she liked both men and women?
He had seen even more extreme fetishes.
Holding a black card, he dutifully went to buy the girl that caught Miss Weaver’s eye – number six.
As for what to do next, Miss Weaver didn’t tell him, and he didn’t dare ask again.
Next up was the favorite of most people, number eight – Butterfly.
Among the group, Butterfly was the shortest in stature, but had the most beautiful face.
Almond eyes, rosy cheeks, sexy red lips like a blooming rose. Her curvaceous body was wrapped in a silver sequined suspender mini skirt, causing people’s heat beat to race.
However, this girl, who was as beautiful as a enchantress, was aloof and expressionless.
Her gaze was indifferent, even with a hint of disdain, as if all the noise around her had nothing to do with her, clearly looking down on it all.
Some people looked down on this proud demeanor, thinking she was pretending to be aloof.
Naturally, others enjoyed it and liked the challenge of taming this proud girl.
“Number eight, I bid 100, 000!”
The starting price was 9, 999, and this middle-aged man was the first to raise the price by ten times.
But it was just a one-night stand. Was 100, 000 too expensive?
Most people had already given up on the idea of competing for the woman.
“One hundred and ten thousand!”
A deep voice sounded, and everyone turned to look. The one calling the price was a fair-skinned young man with a buzz cut.
He appeared to be in his early twenties, probably a student.
Sean, also dressed in black clothing with a duckbill hat, was hiding in a corner of the hall, his eyes fixed on the number eight on stage.
He hadn’t mistaken it, the heavily made-up girl was indeed Maria.
No wonder he couldn’t find her at the airport, train station, or any hotels. Turns out she had come to the Vintage Club.
This place used to be Sam’s business before changing hands.
The current owner was said to be named Ernesto, a rising star in the business world.
Now that Maria appeared here, Sean wondered whether it was a coincidence or if someone else was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Regardless, he couldn’t let Maria escape from him again, so he also raised the sign in his hand.
Lowering his duckbill hat, he shouted, “120, 000!”
The middle-aged man didn’t expect someone else would compete with him for the woman, so he angrily increased the price again.
“200, 000!”
The buzz-cut young man never thought the other party would be so generous. Although his family was also rich, they weren’t to this extent.
If his parents found out that he spent 200, 000 at a place like this, he could forget about continuing to pursue his hobbies.
Hesitating, he lowered his head, and it seemed like he was touching his ear, but he was actually reporting the situation to the person on the other end of his earphones.
Amidst the rustling noise, an icy voice came through on the other end, resolute and unwavering, “Continue raising the price!”
“But, boss, this is too expensive.”
“This money is from public accounts.”
“Alright.”
Since it was public money, he could rest assured. He boldly shouted, “500, 000!”
Silence fell over the venue.
Everyone looked at him with eyes that seemed to be looking at a fool, shocked.
Were college students these days this audacious?
Even the young man, who thought he had done well, smiled silently, almost as if he was showing off, and he asked the boss on the other end of the phone.
“How was that? Did I do well?”