Lucian
“So, you’re saying most of the hotel’s serving staff are from Goldenpeak?” I asked, studying the woman closely.
She nodded, still smiling, clearly enjoying the attention. “Yes, Alpha. Almost all the girls working the service floors are.”
Interesting. That explained the atmosphere—the flirtatious energy, the practiced charm. It wasn’t just hospitality. It was survival cloaked in seduction.
As she finished sampling the food, she swayed closer and tried to give us a lap dance—completely unprovoked.
“No need,” I said firmly, raising a hand to stop her before things went too far.
She stepped back, disappointed but respectful. I handed her some cash, enough to make it worth her while, and she tucked it away with a thank you and a wink. Thirty minutes after she’d entered, she finally
