A group of strippers soon appeared, dressed in revealing outfits with bunny ears perched on their heads. Their youthful, alluring figures captured everyone's attention, and they all eagerly looked toward Ewan.
The wealthy heirs around them chuckled. "Mr. Shaw, these strippers can barely stand still when they see you. Looks like your charm knows no bounds."
"With both your wealth and looks, it's no wonder they're all eyeing you," they teased, enjoying the scene.
Ewan lazily leaned back in his seat, swirling the red wine in his glass. With a smirk, he said, "What are you waiting for? Start dancing."
The rich heirs laughed, egging them on. "Yes, show us what you've got! Let's see who can move the best! The best dancer might even get a big reward from Mr. Shaw tonight!"
The strippers blushed. "Yes, Mr. Shaw," they said in unison.
With that, the strippers started to dance. As internet-famous models, they were masters of their craft. Their youthful, agile bodies twisted and flowed with fluidity, like serpents in motion.
The cheers and laughter of the wealthy heirs only amplified the spectacle, making them the center of attention in the bar.
The other guests stood frozen, mesmerized by the lavish lifestyle unfolding before them—this was the hedonistic, opulent world of the wealthy. However, Hailey took one glance and quickly turned her gaze away. She and Ewan were no longer connected in any way.
Hailey picked up her cocktail. "Here, Aileen, let's toast."
Aileen clinked her glass with Hailey's and took a sip.
Hailey asked, "How does it taste?"
Aileen responded, "It's a bit spicy, tangy, and sweet. It's really intense."
Hailey smiled. "Exactly, that's the thrill of it. Cheers!"
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