In a third-floor private room of an entertainment complex on Slag Row.
A row of girls stood gracefully in line. Alexander Cross puffed on a cigarette, turned to Julian, and said, "Come on, you guys pick first today. If you're not satisfied with one, pick two, pick three. I'm covering all the costs."
"I want that one, just that one. Yeah, the one looking at me with all that affection." Victor wasn't polite at all, waving his hand. "Come here, darling."
"Good evening, Oppa." A girl with striking features walked over with a smile and greeted Victor in broken Korean-English.
After Victor made his choice, Julian and the other two each picked a girl to sit beside them. Alexander then called for the servers to bring in the alcohol and personally sang a song to warm up the room.
Setting aside
