Sure, here's the translated text:
Perhaps the waiter had informed her of the location of the guest who requested the song, so while standing at the mic, Sophie Foster nodded in the direction where Nicholas Croft was.
Underneath the dazzling lights, her smokey eyes were even more sparkling, her lips painted a bright red; once the music started, she was completely absorbed in the feeling.
In the private booth, Nicholas Croft took a cigar from its metal case and bit it between his teeth, lighting it casually as he watched the girl on stage, exhaling smoke while holding his glass and leisurely sipping while appreciating Sophie Foster's performance.
He had a principle of not getting involved with artists in the circle, but he's a normal man with normal needs. Thirty years of his life; he wasn't about to live like a monk.
