Chapter 126: Pay
Ephyra’s grin widened her sharp wit gleaming in her expression. "You’re absolutely right. Let’s give the guests an unforgettable show: watching the sex video of the couple getting engaged."
Jania chuckled, her laughter low and knowing. "It will certainly stir the pot," she said, her voice laced with anticipation. Turning to one of the workers stationed nearby, she gestured subtly.
The worker gave a curt nod. "Right away, ma’am." He swiftly moved to a console tucked into the corner of the lounge. His fingers danced over the controls, his movements practiced and precise.
Ephyra turned her gaze back to Lyle, her composure as unshakable as ever. "Do you think they’ll enjoy the performance?" she asked, her tone almost playful.
Lyle’s lips curved into a faint, predatory smile. "Enjoy it? Perhaps not. But they’ll remember it. That’s what matters."
The soft hum of the hidden projector powering up filled the room, and Jania’s expression showed her anticipation. "It’s ready. Just say the word."
Ephyra glanced at the monitor where a paused frame of the compromising footage was displayed, the couple frozen mid-tryst. She tilted her head, studying the image. "Timing is everything," she mused, her voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of cold intent. "Let’s wait until their waltz ends. Let the applause die down. Then we’ll show them the start of our performance."
The lounge fell into a brief silence, the faint sounds of the orchestra and muffled applause filtering through the closed doors. Then, as the final note of the waltz drifted into the air, Ephyra straightened. Her movements were deliberate as she stepped forward, her fingers brushing over the edge of the console.
"Now," she said simply, her voice steady.