Chapter 717 – Lap Dancers
"Please wait here," the hostess said smoothly.
Lux slid into the seat facing the stage.
His hand dipped casually into his inner pocket.
Dimensional space folded quietly under his will.
He pulled out a crisp hundred-dollar bill and held it between two fingers.
"For you," he said lightly. "Bring me the best. More will follow."
Her eyes flickered briefly at the clean, effortless way the bill appeared. Not magic to her. Just confidence.
"Right away, Mr. Lux."
She left.
Lux leaned back.
The room hummed faintly. Soundproof. Isolated. Safe.
[Environmental Privacy: Confirmed]
[Risk of External Interference: Minimal]
"Good," Lux murmured.
A waiter entered with a silver tray. Champagne bottle. Crystal flute. A deep red wine poured into a wide glass. Ice bucket. Precision presentation.
Lux nodded once.
The cork popped with a sharp crack. Foam rose. Settled.
He took the flute without looking away from the stage.
"Leave it," he said quietly.
