The private elevator continued its rhythmic deliveries, and this time, the guests who emerged were women—a procession of beauty and wealth that would have turned heads anywhere else. Here, in the VIP section of Hyerim's spa, they were simply more participants in the evening's carefully orchestrated debauchery.
Hyerim greeted them with the same warm smile she'd offered the male guests, her translucent dress leaving nothing to the imagination as she moved among them. The staff girls, dressed in their revealing lingerie, flanked her, their bodies on display, their smiles welcoming.
None of the women seemed surprised by the display. If anything, they seemed appreciative, their eyes taking in the beautiful women around them with frank admiration. They were women of the world, accustomed to luxury, to pleasure, to the kinds of experiences that money could buy.
