WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT.
"Strip," Zack spoke lowly, but his voice was deep enough to echo through the room.
The blonde lady's eyes widened. She hadn't even started her work yet — she was supposed to dance first, then approach him, as that was her task: to satisfy him until the end. Yet, it was already starting like this. His words were so flat, as if he were already bored before she even began.
Zack sat calmly on the sofa of the large VVIP room, legs crossed, holding his tablet, playing a puzzle game as if no one were there.
"Tch, level 300 already," he muttered, the corner of his lips twitching upward. He hadn't looked up once since he sat down, finding the puzzle game more entertaining than the curvy blonde woman standing before him.
Her cheeks flushed pink.
With a calm, melodic tone that could bring any man to his knees, she spoke hesitantly, "Huh…uh.."
She turned her face to the side nervously.
