《Cash Rules Everything: My Infinite Wallet》

The term "whale" in nightlife vernacular signified a deep-pocketed patron - precisely the species Fu Yan had summoned to Lu Yuan's luminous throne.

Four silhouettes materialized through the dry ice haze, their progression marked by a wave of turned heads and aborted conversations. Each woman embodied a distinct permutation of desire:

Fei Fei led the procession, her crimson latex dress hissing with every stride. The garment clung like second skin, terminating mid-thigh to showcase legs that could launch a thousand tabloid headlines. At her flank, Li Ke'er's fishnet bodysuit mapped every contour, the diamond-shaped voids strategically placed to suggest rather than reveal.

Du Juan's arrival sliced through the sensuality with boardroom severity - pinstripe blazer buttoned over a silk blouse, tortoiseshell glasses perched on an aristocratic nose. Only the unbuttoned collar and stiletto Louboutins betrayed the facade.

Trailing the trio, Cheng Xiao bounced with coltish energy, her Peter Pan collar dress straining against topography that defied both textile engineering and the laws of juvenility. The contrast between her doll-like features and volcanic physique drew involuntary double-takes.

"Brother Lu," Fu Yan announced with ceremonial flourish, "allow me to present MAX Club's four celestial guardians."

The greeting chorus unfolded like a chord progression:

Fei Fei's contralto purr: "We've been awaiting your constellation."

Li Ke'er's breathy whisper: "Should've warned us about the glare from your cheekbones."

Du Juan's clipped professionalism: "An honor to serve."

Cheng Xiao's giggling squeal: "You're prettier than my BTS posters!"

Their simultaneous appraisal triggered micro-calibrations - Fei Fei's hair toss to better catch the light, Li Ke'er's strategic lean forward, Du Juan's calculated sleeve adjustment to reveal a Cartier tank watch, Cheng Xiao's "accidental" hair ribbon loosening.

As Fu Yan retreated, the crystal reliquary arrived with processional gravitas. Six bottles of Armand de Brignac champagne glowed in their LED-lit shrine - gold, rose, silver, green, purple, and noir variants arrayed like chromatic conquerors.

"Dragon's Bounty!" someone gasped, invoking the ritual name for this 88,888 RMB ($12,500) liquid sacrifice.

Lu Yuan's finger traced the condensation on a gold-foiled bottle. "Shall we let the dragons choose their riders?"

The challenge ignited silent warfare.

Fei Fei's vermilion nail tapped gold foil. "Classic deserves first blood."

Li Ke'er's fishnet knees pressed against the table edge. "Rosé complements my aura."

Du Juan's glasses flashed. "Noir's complexity reveals truth."

Cheng Xiao practically vibrated. "Gold's sparkliest! Let's make wishes!"

Lu Yuan's chuckle severed the tension. "These dragons breathe 750ml fire. Can your chalices withstand their wrath?"

Four hands slammed the marble tabletop in unison, bracelets clattering like war drums.

Corks detonated in staccato bursts. The first pour cascaded into coupe glasses, bubbles spiraling like liquid constellations. Arms intertwined in a many-handed toast, the alliance of lipsticked rims descending upon their prey.

Alcohol's alchemy worked swiftly. Fei Fei's "accidental" thigh contact during ice retrieval. Li Ke'er's "clumsy" champagne spill requiring décolletage pat-downs. Du Juan's "professional" whispers about offshore investments delivered at intimate proximity. Cheng Xiao's "innocent" seat-hopping that defied gravitational constraints.

Beneath the table's onyx surface, Lu Yuan's palms charted unexplored territories - the parabolic slope of Fei Fei's waist, Li Ke'er's hyperbolic curves, Du Juan's angular topography, Cheng Xiao's treacherous yet inviting valleys. Their reciprocal pressures spoke in the ancient dialect of transaction.

On the dance floor below, phone cameras tracked the spectacle. A Weibo influencer's live-stream counter ticked past 50,000 views: "Dragon Lord + 4 Heavenly Kings = My New Sleep Paralysis Demon (SWIPE for closeups!!)"

Unseen in the shadows, a junior concierge updated the hotel's dossier: "Subject demonstrates multimodal attraction patterns. Recommend stocking suite with Sacai asymmetrical dresses, Mugler bodysuits, and Rimowa champagne cases."

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As Fei Fei's laugh harmonized with a synth drop, Lu Yuan realized the true power of his inheritance - not merely wealth, but the ability to turn human chemistry into alchemical theater.