They went silent and the young man averted his gaze with an unhappy expression on his face.
The door of the elevator opened and Diana walked out while holding onto Lisa's wrist.
The young man gazed at their disappearing backs, and his eyes narrowed vehemently.
He adjusted his cap and made his way out of the hotel.
Diana and Lisa rushed towards the room that was called the party room, and the instant they pushed the door open, their eyes fell on what looked like a club. A club specifically for the rich.
"What in the world is going on? Is this some kind of party or a club? "
Confused, Lisa turned to Diana and asked, and Diana, who had no clue either, shrugged.
"Well then, let's go in and find out." Lisa's lips curled up into a smile, and he grabbed Diana by the hand.
They moved further into the room, and their eyes narrowed in shock.
Just how much bigger could such a room get? There were almost a hundred plus people within it and yet there was still so much space.
Just what could be going on? Was someone throwing a party or what?
These questions whirled in Diana's mind, and she walked towards the counter with Lisa.
They took a seat on the stools and simply ordered a bottle of soda, as they didn't want any alcohol, not when they were unsure of what was going on within the room.
They silently sat there, watching with suspicion in their eyes, but things got even weirder when a random woman from nowhere walked out and spilled a glass of alcohol on Lisa.
"What the fuck?" Lisa's quickly stood up from the stool and she raised her head to look at the woman, but instead of apologizing, the woman turned around immediately and walked away.
"You!!" Lisa's anger rose instantly, and she moved to apprehend the unknown woman, but Diana, who felt something weird about everything, grabbed her hand and pulled her back.
"Leave it. Just go to the bathroom and wash it off."
She smiled at her, and although still quite angry, Lisa nodded and proceeded to find the nearest restroom.
Diana pinched between her brows and sat back on the stool.
She turned to the bartender, who was busy with his work and parted her lips to speak.
"Hey, can I ask you a question?" She smiled at him, and the bartender lowered his head to look at her.
"Sure, go ahead." He nodded at her, and Diana took a deep breath.
"Well, I am just curious as to what is going on here. Is someone throwing a party or...?
She arched her brows in curiosity, and the bartender chuckled softly.
"Miss, are you kidding me? You really don't know what is going on? "
He asked, and Diana slightly nodded. "Yeah..."
"Oh... Well, you see, today is the first week of the new month, so Mr. Vicenzo will be choosing new sets of play partners. As you can see, most of the people here are women. They are hoping to get chosen.
He explained, and completely confused by what he said, a frown settled in between Diana's brows.
"Huh? To select new play partners? I don't understand."
She shook her head, and the bartender drew his head back in a bit of surprise.
"You seem really clueless. Well, Mr. Vicenzo has this thing that he calls "play partners." They are a group of girls, specifically six girls, and every month, he selects new girls and sends the old ones away. "
"But he only selects five actually. Out of the last six that he had been with, he seemed to have grown fond of one of them."
" Well, that one is pretty special and I will honestly not introduce her as one of his play partners because he treats her really well and takes her most of the places he goes, which is something he would never do for any other woman. People are actually suspecting that they might be a couple. "
He clarified, and quite stunned, Diana went silent for a few seconds.
"So... that means, any lady can compete to get selected?"
Her face lit up in excitement, but fell in the next moment when the bartender shook his head at her.
"Oh no, not just anyone. Only those with a decent background can. I mean in terms of wealth when I say "decent background."
He explained, and Diana turned her head to look at him.
"That sounds very stupid! So no decent background, no chance? " She inquired, and the bartender shrugged.
"Well, obviously. I mean, don't you know who Mr. Vincenzo is? Do you think it's just any woman that can come close to him? Have you ever wondered that even though he isn't forcing or begging any lady to be his play partner, they are still the ones throwing themselves at him? "
He asked, and instantly realizing where he was going with this, Diana coughed hard.
"Hey! I am not throwing myself at him! I was just asking for a... friend. "
She clarified, and the bartender's lips curled up into a smile.
"I see..." He chuckled and shook his head. "Well, I have others to attend to. Enjoy yourself." He smiled at her and she nodded at him before he walked away.
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"Um...hello, where do you think I can find the restroom?"
Lisa, who had been looking for the restroom in such a huge place, asked one of the security ladies she saw, and the woman who had a smile on her face pointed to a door ahead of her.
"There, that's the restroom. There are other ones too, but since you're on this side, go to that one. "
The woman directed, and Lisa nodded.
"Thank you." She appreciated, and walked towards the door.
She stood in front of it, and her brows furrowed a bit in confusion.
Hmm... if she wasn't wrong, there should be a sign that says "restroom" above it or the male/female sign, but what she was seeing was just... numbers, like the ones on the room doors.
"Um... ma'am-"
She turned around and immediately arched her brows on seeing that the woman was no longer there.
"Uh... that's weird." She shook her head and shrugged.
"Well... I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have directed me here if it isn't the restroom. After all, she is a security guard."
She said to herself and turned the door handle.
She pushed the door open and slowly stepped in, but something that had her flinching occurred in the next moment.
The door which was yet to be closed was unexpectedly shut behind her.
"What the fuck?!?" She immediately grabbed the handle and turned it to open the door, but it dawned heavily on her when she realized that the door had been locked.
Worst of all, she could feel an intimidating presence in the room where the lights had gone off.
"Who-whose there?"