Third Individual's POV
The person dancing to his heart's content was none other than, Park Seunggi. If you can't remember, he's the one who wanted to ask for a photo with Seo ya but since Tyler saw them, as if it's his choice, he declined.
"Woahh! Let's set fire to the night!" He yelled, dancing together with a bunch of girls in revealing outfits. How bold of them to wear those kinds of clothes. But I must say they're quite dazzling in that confidence under the lights of disco.
Their laughter mixes with the music and fills the club as well. The lights reflecting off their bodies and making them look like angels. They're all smiling, having a good time. "Smiling like an idiot," Tyler mumbled.
It's already 9 in the evening and the lights are on, bright blue with gold stars shining around them. The music loud but quiet as it plays over the speakers that are mounted around the room.
When every coworker and investors arrived, Tyler closed the door of the club's room to prevent some noise, leaving Seunggi outside, dancing.
"Now that we're here, let's talk about business. I don't think that we should—" "Hold your horses, sir haha. We're at the club to enjoy, right? Why don't we have booze and have fun for the moment? Save the business later~" They giggled.
'What an incompetent jerks,' He cursed inside. "Fine, what is this fun you're talking about?" All of the sudden, women came inside which seems like prostitutes, carrying wine. They placed food, wine, beer and everything they needed on the table as they sat down besides each businessman except for Tyler.
"What is this nonsense?" Tyler asked with a glare. "What do you mean, sir? This is exactly what having fun means!" They chuckled as they enjoyed the delicacies and played some music.
"What a bunch of perverts..." He mumbled. The music is playing cheerfully, added with the laughter of the women as the men teased them. Tyler couldn't get why this would be counted as fun.
Perhaps it's the only way that they can get their blood to pump through their bodies, though it still isn't quite satisfying as much as alcohol might. Still they're happy enough with the meal in general, and even happier when they're allowed to finish off the bottle of whiskey.
Tyler knows very well that he has no option but to go with the flow. "Haha! This is fun!" One investor looked at Tyler. "Sir, why isn't there any woman beside you? You deserve a hot chick sir!"
"I don't need them. Ain't as vulgar as you," he said, frowning. "Nonsense! Hey you! Get some women, make it beautiful for sir Tyler!" The investor said to the staff who passed by for a mere second.
'Goodness. Nothing is going through them. Here I am, saying that I don't need one because I'm not a pervert!' He thought. The door swings open, and in walks a tall woman in red who seems to be looking for someone. She was beautiful, and sexy. Her eyes move from face to face but don't linger long enough to make contact. The woman's shoulder is stiff and she is clearly uncomfortable, it doesn't seem like she'd come all the way over here if it weren't important.
When she finally saw Tyler, she locked her gaze at him and went beside him. 'Is this the prostitute assigned for me?' Tyler asked, looking at her with disgust.
He can't say that she found her ugly. After all, her appearance is like an angel. She had a kind smile, brown hair, green eyes and wore a red dress with white accents on it that made her stand out amongst all the girls there.
She looked like she'd be good to date. After all, a beautiful woman was a rare thing. "I heard that you asked for me..." She said with a shy tone.
'Pathetic,' He thought. "I didn't ask for you. Rather, someone asked you for me which didn't even matter. I don't need you so might as well leave before I get angry," he glared at her.
"But..." She suddenly shivered and went nearer to him. "I'm scared... You don't seem like you're interested in me at all so I wanted to stay with you... I'm new here and I only want some money to pay for my debt but everyone here's a pervert so..." She hesitated.
"Why bother working here when you're scared?You applied here. You gotta accept the consequences because it's what you asked for. You wanted money, you gotta work hard for it even if it takes selling your body," Tyler said, raising one of his eyebrows.
The woman was flabbergasted, and didn't speak for a minute. "What a fucking bastard..." She mumbled in thin air. "What did you say? Didn't hear that," Tyler said, looking at her.
"Nothing!" She said with a smile that seemed fake. "Fine. Now, do you get it? Leave while I'm being nice." "You're already being a jerk though," she said.
"What?" "Oof, I said you're already being kind. In any case mister. I'm not interested in you either. However, if I leave, what do you think will happen? Those men will have another prostitute by your side and the cycle repeats everytime you tell them to leave. Isn't it better now that the prostitute beside you, aint interested at you at all?" The woman said, changing her shy vibe quickly to confidence as if she has multiple personalities.
Tyler went silent as he thought of it. 'Now that I think of it. She's kinda right. It's better to have her than someone perverted.' He looked at her, and examined her from top to bottom. "Well fine, it's a deal. However, don't do anything to me alright?"
"Deal! I'll promise that I'll forget everything I'll hear or see! As long as you give me money that is. I may be kind, but I'm not a pushover. After all, I came here for money and just like you said, I wanted money so I gotta work hard for it."