After dealing with the unpleasantness, Amanda felt a bit drained.
These kids really need to be taught a lesson to understand how the world works.
She collected herself and smiled politely at James, saying, "I'm sorry that you had to witness that. Everyone has their own ideas, and it's difficult to curb them all."
James quickly assured her it was no problem, then curiously asked, "How much does his friend spend here?"
Amanda replied casually, "Altogether, around a hundred thousand."
Sensing an opportunity, James grinned, "Then why don't you bring me two Supreme Dragon sets to make up for your loss?"
Amanda looked up, surprised, taking another look at James.
Beneath his lean but strong frame was a strikingly handsome face, with well-defined features, strong brows, and gentle eyes. His lips were a tad on the thin side.
This man spent tens of thousands so casually, eyes never hesitating, without the brashness of some nouveau riche, instead giving off an aura of rightful ease.
Definitely a young master from a wealthy family.
She couldn't afford to slack off with such a big client.
In a softer tone, Amanda warned, "Sir, for such expensive orders, upfront payment is required."
James nodded understandingly, swiping his card for $180,000.
Staying frugal in habit, he remarked, "If there's extra, just cover some peanuts or something."
Amanda thought he was joking.
Seeing the payment slip print out, confirming she was dealing with a VIP, she quickly handed him her business card with a smile, "Sir, next time if you contact me directly, I'll make sure everything is set up perfectly for you."
James scanned the QR code on her card, adding her as a contact.
Noticing this, Tailsa clung to James's arm, shooting a claiming glance at Amanda.
Reading the room well, Amanda smiled knowingly. After getting James's name, she excused herself to arrange their drinks.
Once she left, Tailsa leaned into James's ear, her breath gently teasing him as she whispered, "Why are you making up for her, big brother?"
The soft breath tickled James's ear, igniting a sense of itchiness not just there, but in his heart as well.
With Tailsa draped over him so closely, her shoulder pressed softly against him, her unique fragrance filled his nose.
Caught in the delightful moment, James was a little out of it, dazzled by Tailsa's full-on charm offensive.
Seeing James in a daze, Tailsa playfully swayed, pouting, "Hmm are you into that woman?"
Shaken from his reverie, James quickly denied, "No, really, I just felt responsible; it started because of me."
Tailsa gave a soft snort. "Well, no need to spend so much; one set would've been enough."
With a chuckle, James replied, "It's nothing. It's just pocket change."
Hearing this, Tailsa's eyes sparkled.
A man who brushes off spending tens of thousands on drinks packs some serious wealth.
If she played her cards right, that sports car tomorrow seemed all but guaranteed.
Feeling her excitement surge, Tailsa hugged James tightly, instinctively warming to the thought.
Until she noticed little James waking up, her face reddening.
She was tempted to act but feared he might find her too forward.
While she hesitated, the bar's music suddenly switched.
The deep bass of DJ rhythms pulsed through the venue.
Massive speakers sent waves of sound crashing down.
A dozen sexy girls with bunny ears made their entrance, each holding glowing cases of Ace of Spades champagne.
They danced suggestively, parading around the bar.
The DJ joined in, shouting, "Let's hear some noise!"
Each burst of noise signaled a patron had ordered Ace of Spades, everyone immediately cheered on in excitement.
The buzz escalated rapidly, voices rising to a loud chorus.
"Congratulations to Master James of S03 for grabbing two Dragon sets! Let's wish him success and prosperity!"
In the midst of the DJ's energetic exclamations, the bunny girls gracefully danced their way to James's booth. Placing the Ace of Spades bottles ahead, their delicate hands pulled confetti poppers and sprayed golden streamers around.
Bunny girls in the back held glowing cases, swaying before the booth to grab attention.
With the lights centered on James, the burst of confetti filled the air, giving him a taste of genuine indulgence.
Girls from the floor, spotting a handsome guy ordering the Dragons, screamed in delight, playfully blowing kisses his way.
Seeing the crowd rally around him, James was ecstatic.
Was this the feeling of dropping tens of thousands?
This was how the rich masters lived?
Honestly, it felt incredible, bordering on the euphoric.
For Tailsa, being the center of attention for the first time was equally thrilling.
She'd once gathered amongst friends, feeling envious of those romantic couples ordering extravagant drinks, secretly wishing for her own time under the spotlight.
To experience it beside James, being the center of it all...
She gazed at him, eyes welling with happy tears.
[Tailsa's Affection +5]
James acknowledged the system's notification, a quick check revealing Tailsa's affection score: 57 (familiar).
Total Expense: $420,000
Internally rejoicing, James kept his elation concealed, maintaining a cool exterior.
"Tailsa, I noticed a bottle called Remy something-thirteen at the bottom of the list. Do you want to try it?"
Tailsa was taken aback.
That type of drink was priced at almost the same level as gold.
One bottle could easily reach $200,000 to $300,000.
She recalled its legendary showcaseâit was akin to a royal procession with a line of girls holding lit boards, followed by eight burly men carrying a chariot-like seat.
The chariot, adorned with Remy Martin Louis XIII Black Pearl, was a spectacle unmatched.
It blew everyone away.
Tailsa sincerely felt that such a flamboyant display wasn't worth the cost.
Drinking it paled in comparison to buying gold.
"Big brother, no need, we already have more than we can drink," Tailsa insisted, feeling a pang for James's finances.
All she wanted was to save a little for James, hoping he'd spend whatever was left on her.
James felt slightly let down.
He yearned to order more drinks, eager to boost her affection quickly.
But forcing it against Tailsa's wishes could backfire.
With reluctance, he let it go.
As the crowd dispersed, several girls quietly asked James if they'd like to stay with him.
James declined each one.
All of them fell short of 80 points.
Their faces, masked under heavy makeup, appeared too fake.
Keeping them would be more trouble than finding that 85-point "thousand-club winner," who, while genuinely attractive, had sent fluttery air kisses his way from the floor, making his heart race.
Had Tailsa not been around, she might have already approached him.
"Master James, I'll open a few bottles now, and have the rest stored for you," Amanda suggested, arriving with a mix of peanuts, seeds, and a fruit platter in hand.
James, admiring Amanda's beautiful visage, wanted to take a closer look at her detailed stats.
But the system prompted: to update a goddess's information, the host must spend on her.
With a grin, James thoughtâspending money was easy enough.