Chapter 238: Silly-B
The Royal Nightclub is located on the southern road of the National Olympic Sports Center, housed in a standalone building. It encompasses a bathhouse, gym, KTV, disco, and bar, stretching over a dozen stories high. Upon entering the lobby, it feels as though you’re stepping into a palace, with female attendants on both sides donning Qing Dynasty-style court cheongsams, each looking like a model—radiant and sweet-voiced, both coy and saccharine.
"Enter the palace, and you become the Emperor."
Yusuf Zuck and Jerome Hart were like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, led by Samuel Ross into the bath area and straight into the private room they had requested.
"It’s your first time here, isn’t it? So, I’m taking charge of the whole process, okay?" Samuel Ross, clad in a bathrobe and slippers, appeared relaxed and at ease. Although he wasn’t a regular here, he knew his way around quite well.
"This room is for the boss; Wen Shuai and I will go to a separate room to change clothes, then come out for a bath and a steam, maybe cupping, massage, and so on."
"Then let’s not waste any words, let’s go change." Jerome Hart laughed and cursed, heading straight out.
Yusuf Zuck also stripped down cleanly and then donned a bathrobe before heading out.
The trio went to the bath area together, with Samuel Ross calling the shots the whole time—scrubbing with salt, steaming in the sauna, and after returning to the private room, taking turns getting their feet massaged, having a pedicure, and cupping.
Of course, the pedicurist and cupping master were quite professional, expert technicians in their own right. After the foot session, Yusuf’s door was knocked on, and a young waiter led in a line of girls, each over 1.7 meters tall.
Samuel Ross was serious and didn’t hold back, summoning all the ’available’ ’massage therapists’ at once.