"Hello, Princess, please take a seat here." The dapper man in the suit bowed before Ethan, guiding him to a booth:
"Since it's your first time here, you only need to pay $20 if you don't order any drinks. There are no other hidden charges."
"Thanks." Ethan's mouth twitched, unable to help but marvel at the blatant lies these gentlemen's club servers could tell.
Addressing a man as "Your Highness" just gave him the creeps.
Once Ethan was seated, the suited charmer respectfully bowed and left.
Ethan's gaze shifted towards Victoria, the real reason he was here. When he finally got a clear view, his eyes widened. In the dim light, Victoria's hand was already reaching towards the hem of a male escort's shirt, caressing his abdomen.
The two were drinking and touching, their interaction brimming with intimacy.
"Did Michael really not lie to me?"