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"This way, Mr. Zastan," she said, her tone professional and warm. She led him outside, where a sleek, luxury sedan awaited. Zastan raised his eyebrow, impressed. "Seraph Lux," he read the name on the car.

The car was a deep, glossy black, with tinted windows with a streamlined body. "Elegant," he murmured, running a hand along the smooth exterior.

The chauffeur, dressed in a sharp black uniform, stepped forward and opened the door for him with a respectful nod. "Good evening, sir. I'm Malcolm, your chauffeur for the night," he introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you, Malcolm," Zastan replied, stepping into the car. The interior was just as impressive, with leather seats, ambient lighting, and advanced climate control. Then he settled into the plush leather seat as the car smoothly pulled away from the hotel.

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As they drove, Zastan engaged in light conversation with Malcolm, learning about the chauffeurs' high level of training. "So, you're basically a bodyguard too?" Zastan asked.

"Yes, sir," Malcolm confirmed. "We are trained to ensure the safety and comfort of our clients of your level at all times. Rest assured, you're in good hands tonight."

"Good to know," Zastan said, nodding. "I feel safer already."

After a short but comfortable drive, the Seraph Lux pulled up in front of the 'Eclipse' bar. The bar's exterior was striking, with sleek, modern architecture that featured glass walls and intricate lighting that made the building glow softly in the night. "Nice place," Zastan said, stepping out of the car.

One of the bodyguards at the entrance stepped forward and opened the car door for Zastan, offering a polite greeting. "Welcome to Eclipse, sir. Please enjoy your evening."

As Zastan stepped out of the car, his gaze swept over the impressive facade of the Eclipse bar.

The sleek, modern architecture was a sight to behold, with its glass walls reflecting the vibrant, colorful lights that danced across it's very surface, making the building glow softly against the dark night sky.

He smirked, appreciating the beauty of the place. "Nice place," he muttered under his breath, feeling the energy of the night bubbling up inside him.

Before he could head inside, a tall, broad-shouldered bodyguard stepped in front of him, blocking his path. The man was massive, with a stern expression that matched his intimidating physique.

"ID, please." The bodyguard requested in a deep, serious tone, his eyes narrowing as he glanced down at Zastan.

Zastan felt a moment of surprise. He wasn't used to being carded, especially not with his new look, but he calmly reached into his pocket and pulled out his ID. Before the bodyguard could even take a proper look, the guard behind him stepped forward and nudged Zastan lightly towards the entrance. "What the heck?"

"Enjoy your night, sir," the second guard said, his tone smooth and polite.

Zastan, slightly confused, pocketed his ID and looked back towards the entrance. He noticed a long line of people waiting to get inside, their IDs being meticulously checked by the two guards posted at the door. His eyes narrowed as the realization dawned on him. The brief ID check was just for show. Like a way to maintain appearances while subtly letting those with 'status' slip through without any hassle at all, regardless of their age.

"Smart," Zastan muttered, a slight smirk forming on his lips. The system was designed to cater to those who could spend freely, keeping the bar's elite clients happy and comfortable.

The initial guard stepped aside, giving Zastan a respectful nod. "Have fun, sir," he said, his voice now more welcoming. Zastan nodded back, understanding the unspoken rules of the game, and stepped further into the bar.

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Just a few steps in, a waiter approached him, dressed in a sharp uniform and carrying a professional air. "Good evening, sir. Would you like a private room?" the waiter asked courteously.

Zastan considered it for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, that sounds perfect."

The waiter smiled and motioned for Zastan to follow. "Right this way, sir." He led Zastan up a sleek staircase to the second floor, where the ambiance became quieter, more exclusive.

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They reached a door that opened into a spacious, elegantly furnished room. The walls were covered in dark, plush fabric, but the far side of the room was a large window that looked out over the main area of the bar below.

Zastan paused for a moment, taking in the view. The window provided an excellent view, and he could see everything happening in the bar, from the lively dance floor to the bustling bar counters.

The waiter, noticing Zastan's interest, stepped forward to explain. "The window is made of one-way glass, sir. You can see out, but no one can see in. You can rest assured that your privacy is completely protected while you're here. From outside, they can only see dark figures of the people inside and nothing more."

Zastan nodded, impressed by the attention to detail. "Good to know," he said, turning his gaze back to the scene below. The bar was buzzing with energy, music pulsing through the air, and people enjoying their night. "This place knows how to take care of its guests."

The waiter nodded, handing Zastan a sleek menu. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call. We have a selection of premium drinks and exclusive services available at your request."

"Thanks," Zastan said, taking the menu but not opening it just yet. He was more interested in soaking in the atmosphere for the moment.

The view from his private room was perfect, giving him a sense of control and detachment from the crowd below. He was like considered in the action but still apart from it, able to enjoy the night on his own comfort.

The one-way glass gave him a sense of power. He could see everything, yet he remained unseen. It was like being part of the action, yet comfortably removed from it, enjoying the night on his own terms.

He finally took a seat in one of the plush leather sofas, the cushion molding perfectly to his form. The waiter, noticing Zastan's casual demeanor, handed him the menu with a respectful nod.

Zastan flipped it open, looking through the drinks listed. The prices started high and only got higher. Like cocktails for $100, then moving up to $1,000 for more exclusive selections.

As he turned the pages, the prices soared further. There were rare, aged liquors for $2,000, specialty bottles reaching up to $10,000. His eyes widened slightly as he saw an entire set priced at $50,000. "They don't hold back here," he muttered to himself, impressed by the extravagant offerings.

The waiter, sensing Zastan's curiosity, leaned in slightly.

"Would you like someone to drink with you tonight, sir? We can arrange for company if you're interested."

Zastan thought about it for a moment, thinking about the idea in his mind. After a brief pause, he nodded. "Yeah, why not? And bring some finger foods too," he added, raising his voice slightly. "I don't want to get drunk too fast."

The waiter smiled, quite pleased by the request. "Of course, sir. The finger foods will be on the house. I'll arrange everything for you right away."

As the waiter left the room, Zastan stood up again, moving towards the window. He gazed down at the crowd below, observing the wide array of people enjoying their night. Some wore super revealing clothes, dancing energetically on the crowded dance floor. Others were making out in the corners of their tables, completely engrossed in each other. While a few were swaying together, lost in the rhythm of the music.

Outside, the waiter paused, thinking carefully about Zastan's request. He could tell Zastan was a first-timer, and bringing in the usual, more experienced women might be overwhelming. Instead, he decided to take a different approach. He would invite a group of college students who rarely visits the bar. Like girls who were looking for a fun night out but couldn't always afford the luxury.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Zastan continued to watch the lively scene below. He smirked as he observed the wildness of the crowd.

"I must say... A bar really knows how to entertain people," he said softly.

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His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. The waiter entered, followed by several staff members, each carrying trays with the expensive drinks from the set he had ordered. These alone was enough to draw the attention of the crowd below. A few heads turned, eyes widening in amazement as they saw the extravagant display being taken into the private room.

Zastan chuckled, enjoying the attention, but his amusement quickly faded when he noticed a group of women attempting to follow the staff inside. They were clearly trying to take advantage of their looks to get close to him. The waiter paused, a frown crossing his face as he noticed them too.

One of the women, a particularly bold blonde, tried to push past the staff.

"We just want to join the fun." Her eyes fixed on Zastan.

The waiter turned to Zastan, his expression questioning. "Would you like to let them in, sir?"

Zastan, his gaze sharp. "No," he said flatly, shaking his head. "I'm not interested."

The women pouted, but Zastan wasn't swayed. He could tell exactly what they were after, and he had no intention of being taken for a fool. They probably frequented bars like this, using their looks to latch onto those wealthy men.

Seeing that the women weren't taking no for an answer, the waiter sighed and spoke into his walkie-talkie. "We have some persistent guests here. Please send security to escort them out."

The women's protests grew louder as the staff firmly blocked their path, but it was clear they weren't going to get their way.

The waiter turned back to Zastan. "I'll bring the girls I mentioned earlier, sir. They should be more to your liking."

Zastan nodded, satisfied. "Good. But first, I want to settle the bill."

The waiter raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You can pay after finishing the drinks or before you leave, sir. No rush."

"I'd rather do it now," Zastan insisted, recalling the system tasks. He wanted to make sure everything was good right away so he could enjoy the rest of the night without any distractions at all.

'Of course, it's for the task.'

The waiter nodded, understanding, and quickly retrieved a receipt. Zastan pulled out his small bag filled with cash and handed over the money. The waiter's eyes lit up, clearly pleased. It wasn't every day someone spends $50,000 on a single night, and he knew he'd be receiving a hefty commission thanks to Zastan's generosity.

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