## Chapter 130 – (6)
The most expensive room in the hotel had a large sofa, where I sat with Lasha.
Sitting on the sofa, Lasha kept her head turned, avoiding looking at me as much as possible.
As if she was sulking.
Yet, well aware of her position as a slave, she didn’t let go of my hand that she was tightly holding.
“Look over here?”
“…Tch.”
Clicking her tongue, Lasha didn’t resist my words.
Slowly turning her head, Lasha glared at me.
Her eyes seemed to say, ‘Are you happy now?’
Even with that look, I calmly admired her face.
Her ever-changing expressions were amusing.
Then, suddenly, Lasha’s expression turned serious.
“…How much do you know…”
“Your tone.”
“…How much do you know?”
Her tone was still full of complaints, but at least it had the structure of polite speech.
There was nothing to hide, so I answered.
“Just what I heard from your biggest fan. That your sister is going up for auction in two weeks.”
“…That much… Wait, stop fiddling with my hand…”
I smiled and finally let go of her hand.
I could always grab it again anyway.
There was something more important now.
“You want to participate in the auction in two weeks, right?”
“…Of course…”
And I pulled out the card.
The membership card she no longer had.
Seeing the card, Lasha slightly opened her mouth.
Yes, it wasn’t just about receiving a high bid as a slave.
To participate in the auction, she ultimately needed this card.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you participate in the auction, and if you’re short on money, I’ll help you out.”
“…What, what do you want from me?”
Her voice trembled.
Her gaze was anxious.
She seemed to be imagining many things, but I didn’t give her the answer.
“I don’t particularly want anything.”
I wondered how Lasha, who hated me, would try to please me.
It seemed like it would be fun to watch Lasha think for herself and act for me.
“Just try to satisfy me for two weeks.”
At those ambiguous words, Lasha frowned.
But she remembered my words, relaxed her expression, and said,
“I’ll try… my best…”
Smiling at her strained tone, I stroked her hair.
As if she were a real beast, she bared her teeth and twitched her lips when my hand touched her hair.
It was amazing that this kind of character didn’t appear in the original story.
She had such a great personality.
Now that I had finished what I needed to do.
I was thinking of going to the club on the third basement floor, which I hadn’t visited yet.
Of course, Lasha automatically came along.
I was actually a little excited.
I had never been to a club before.
To be honest, I didn’t really feel like going.
The loud music and the unique atmosphere of the club didn’t really suit me.
I thought it was a place I had no connection to.
But if it was this casino’s special club, it felt like it could satisfy even me.
“…Um… That…”
Lasha looked at me, carefully choosing her words.
She seemed to be wondering what to call me.
Of course, the title was already decided.
Because there was a man’s romance and fantasy.
Naturally, there was only one title allowed for a slave.
“Call me Master.”
“…Ma…ster.”
Lasha’s face turned red as she called me once in a barely audible voice.
It wasn’t so much that she was embarrassed, but rather close to anger.
She was holding back better than I thought.
Lasha was fun to tease.
I got up and headed for the door.
And I felt her grab the hem of my clothes from behind.
“Ma, Master, surely you’re not telling me to go out wearing this…?”
“Hmm…”
I scanned Lasha’s outfit up and down.
My first impression was simple.
It was too revealing.
It was more suitable for a swimming pool than a club.
“…Here.”
I hesitated, but decided to give her some clothes after all.
It was a bit much to say this while stealing someone else’s woman, but I was quite possessive.
Even if it was unavoidable during the auction.
I wanted to monopolize Lasha’s bare skin now that she was my slave.
I didn’t want to show that appearance to other men.
So, I handed Lasha my coat for now.
Perhaps because of my size, the coat covered her down to her legs.
“Oh… Th, thank you…”
She didn’t seem to expect me to give her clothes.
Lasha looked up at me with an unbelievable expression even after receiving the coat.
I felt a little ticklish hearing her thank me.
“…I can always take it off anyway.”
“…Grind.”
That grinding of her teeth was practically the same as swearing.
It was admirable that she was grinding her teeth to hold back the curse.
We went outside as we were and headed for the third basement floor.
When we arrived at the third basement floor and the elevator slowly opened, we were both surprised at the same time.
As soon as the elevator opened, loud music poured out.
It was a foreign song that I had probably heard somewhere before, playing loudly.
The music was so loud that it felt like my heart was beating in time with the drums.
There were two guards standing at the entrance of the club.
“May I see your card?”
“Yes.”
I was able to pass by simply showing the guards the black membership card.
The guards stopped me again as I walked past them.
“Um, this person is…”
“Ah, she’s my slave.”
“Ah… Have a good time.”
When I revealed that she was a slave, Lasha was also easily allowed to pass.
“Slave…”
Lasha muttered as she was called a slave, passing by the guards.
Lasha, who had once again realized her position, had a gloomy expression.
The music that made my head spin and the flashing lights were exactly what I had imagined a club to be.
“There are a lot of people.”
This was unexpected.
Unlike my expectation that there would be only about twenty people.
The club was full of people.
“…Ah.”
And I realized the secret.
Most of the people here weren’t here to have fun, but were employees.
It wasn’t really a club, but a place that imitated a club.
If you looked closely, there were also places in the corner that imitated convenience stores or motels.
Only then did I get a sense of what this special club was.
This floor itself was a place for a giant role-playing game.
“Here’s the menu.”
“…”
A woman who was dancing approached me and handed me a menu.
“Wow…”
I had small expectations that she might hit on me.
I never imagined that this woman would also be an employee of the casino.
I was caught off guard because her outfit was so perfect for the club.
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
The menu listed the prices of regular drinks and tables, but there were also menus I had never seen before.
I had never seen a menu with a woman’s picture on it, or a snack menu with suspiciously expensive powder mixed in.
I had also never seen a menu called “Popular Guy Set.”
“Popular Guy Set?”
I couldn’t figure out what that set was.
And I was able to easily discover the identity of that set.
“Hahaha!”
An old man was dancing in the center of the stage with a lot of women around him, moving to the music.
“Oppa, you’re so handsome…”
“Aww, let’s drink~”
Even though he had a plain appearance that could be seen anywhere, many women praised his looks and hugged him.
Hearing those words, the old man’s mouth seemed to be hooked to his ears with how happy he was.
And there was a sticker on the old man’s chest.
It said ‘Popular Guy.’
I knew it as soon as I saw it.
That was the Popular Guy Set.
It was an interesting product, but Lasha was enough for me right now.
More than anything, I was starting to reach my limit.
I wanted to get away from this loud music.
“A room and a vodka, orange juice set.”
“Yes.”
I paid with the membership card and followed the woman behind her.
Then, a fairly large space popped out.
It was a space that had everything.
Red lighting, a large sofa, and a marble table.
Most of all, I liked that the loud music was faint.
“I’ll bring your drinks soon.”
After saying that, the woman walked back to the center of the club as if nothing had happened and started shaking her body again.
It seemed that bringing the drinks wasn’t her role.
I watched that curiously and closed the door.
“Hoo…”
Lasha was also not familiar with the club.
Now that it was just the two of us, Lasha let out a long breath.
“…What are you planning to do here?”
“I just came because I was curious.”
This was the truth.
I was just curious to see what kind of club a casino that sells humans would operate.
It was indeed an unusual club.
I smiled and said to Lasha.
“You have to decide what to do.”
“…”
At those words, Lasha bit her nails anxiously.
She seemed to be wondering what to do to satisfy me.
Knock knock.
The drinks arrived at a good time.
The door opened and a man dressed as a waiter placed a bottle of vodka and two bottles of orange juice in a large ice bucket on the table.
It was a large bottle of vodka and orange juice.
It was worth the price.
“Have a good time.”
With those words, the man went out the door.
Lasha became anxious when the drinks arrived.
When I reached for a glass, Lasha grabbed my hand.
“I, I’ll pour it for you.”
“Okay.”
Lasha seemed to be unfamiliar with alcohol, showing a slightly awkward touch even when opening the vodka.
And most of all, she started pouring the raw vodka into the glass.
“…Wouldn’t that be too strong?”
“Ah, th, then…”
And this time, she poured about half of the orange juice.
A 1:1 cocktail of vodka and orange juice was completed.
It looked quite strong.
Noticing that my expression wasn’t good, Lasha finally pulled out her last card.
She took a sip of the drink that looked poisonous at first glance, and looked at me with a determined expression.
“Huh?”
I was surprised by that action.
And Lasha’s small face got closer and closer.
Lasha was thinking of passing the alcohol from mouth to mouth.
