Once inside, Kyle headed for the VIP room, the two girls in tow.
In the VIP room, there were several sofas: a three seater and two single seaters. The sofas were placed in a semi circle with a coffee table in the middle. There was also a mini bar with a waiter behind its counter, cleaning a glass. One attendant stood at attention near the door.
Anyone who was assigned to the VIP room was of top quality for service and for keeping their mouth's shut. No matter what happened in the room, so long as it didn't break the rules, they would not act or react. People could do drugs or even orgies here and no one would bat an eyelid.
Kyle plopped himself on the 3-seater-sofa and the girls sat beside him. He lazily put both of his feet up on the glass coffee table in front of the sofa and leaned back, his arms on the backrest of the sofa. He sighed, wanting to loosen up a bit before heading out.
