They are all bad women!

"Mr. Sheremetyev, may we begin?"

"When will the surprise begin, Ivan?"

"If today's surprise doesn't satisfy me, I won't let you off the hook!"

"I originally had a fashion show today, but I specially postponed it by a day for your surprise."

……

The speakers were a group of exquisitely dressed women, lounging casually in soft armchairs, each adorned with jewels. In front of each woman was a small table with a wine glass and a number plate.

The handsome waiters moved silently among the women, filling each empty glass with fine wine.

Animal rights activists would probably be furious if they saw this, because the sofa they were sitting on was made of the fur of a well-known protected animal.

But here, the fur might just be the cheapest thing available.

This is a mysterious little room inside "Paradise," reserved for the most distinguished guests.

Although women who can afford to spend money at "Paradise" are either rich or noble, there are different levels of wealth. Only women who spend more than 30 million Roman dollars here every year are qualified to become the top VIPs here.

These women were all among the most powerful and wealthy, and many of them were people even Ivan Sheremetyev, the boss, dared not offend.

"Where's the surprise for tonight!" another woman yelled, taking off her high heels and throwing them at Ivan, the boss on stage. "Do you know what I sacrificed today? If tonight's surprise is just another washed-up starlet like before, I'll throw you into the Torsko River!"

This woman was the daughter-in-law of one of Roman's top billionaires, and had a three-year-old son. She was usually known in social circles for her gentle and virtuous nature, but at this moment she was clearly a little drunk and was unrestrainedly revealing her true nature.

Perhaps because they were used to her demeanor, no woman was surprised. In fact, this was a paradise for women; these VIPs were like gods here, and gods could do whatever they wanted!
Even if they take off their pants and defecate in public, the men here have to obediently catch it with their hands and then praise how delicious it is!

Ivan swiftly dodged the flying high heel, maintaining a smile even though he was nearly blown off his head. One of the waiters quickly stepped forward, picked up the high heel, held it with both hands, knelt down on one knee in front of the woman, and carefully put the shoe on for her.

The woman giggled, put her high heels back on, and kicked the waiter again. The waiter neither dodged nor flinched, took the kick head-on, stood up, bowed humbly, and turned to leave.

Ivan Sheremetev stood on the stage, calmly looking at the dozen or so big donors, his smile unchanged.

About four-fifths of the distinguished VIPs have arrived, which is a testament to his personal notification.

"Ladies, thank you very much..." He cleared his throat.

"Stop talking nonsense and bring the man up here!" Another hidden weapon flew over.

Ivan dodged again, but unfortunately this time it was a wine glass that flew towards him. Although he wasn't hit, the wine inside spilled onto Ivan's head.

Ivan awkwardly grabbed a towel to dry his head, while the waiters calmly replaced the glass with a new one and refilled the cup.

"Haha, don't be impatient." Ivan remained unperturbed, smiling as he said, "This surprise is different from the previous ones."

Surprise moments are one of the privileges of these VIPs, usually auctioned off, and generally involve the right to serve a particular man.

This might seem stupid to others—who would pay to fight for a man's attention? But the VIPs here are all wealthy; money isn't the issue for them. The issue is whether the man is worth their money.

They are not ignorant; on the contrary, they are all extremely picky and have seen all kinds of men. They only want the most exceptional men!
"What's different?" the women asked.

"The identity of today's surprise cannot be revealed. Only the Queen tonight can enter the gates of Heaven to meet him!" Ivan declared eloquently.

"What do you mean by this?" "I spent fifty million on you last year, and I can't even find out who he is?"

"He's a prince, what is he hiding from us?"

"I think you should just close your shop. Fuck you and give me my money back!"

"You didn't even tell us who it was before letting us film. Is your own father the one who's here to be a gigolo today?"

"Haha, his dad's bald like that, if he really wanted to be a gigolo, even if it was just licking my shoes, I'd demand a hundred million for emotional distress!"

Shoes and wine glasses flew everywhere, and the elegant ladies here unleashed their vulgar side.

Ivan struggled to defend himself, but was still hit several times.

"Calm down, calm down, I haven't finished speaking," Ivan said. "Besides, tonight's boy can only offer spiritual companionship, not the final, more intimate service..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ivan had completely enraged the crowd.

"What is this thing, actually thinking it's a prince?"

"You won't let him sleep? Then get him out of here!"

"Even if my money fell from the sky, I wouldn't throw it away!"

The women continued their swearing. Just as they finished throwing things away, Ivan quickly announced, "Then the auction begins, starting at one million!"

"You mean you want us to bid a million for an item, but you won't reveal any information about it? I could spend millions, the price of a villa, only to end up with a fresh pile of dog poop?"

"Excuse me, is it because your mother died that you lost your mind and went completely insane?"

"I'll give you one million and one dollar; please buy your father a better coffin!"

"I know a neurologist at the Royal Hospital. Shall I have him come over now and treat your brain?"

"One million and one hundred thousand."

Finally, someone lazily raised a sign.

Everyone immediately looked at the person who played the card: "What did Ivan give you to make you his shill?"

"Ivan may be a shrewd businessman, but he's not stupid. Since he dared to do this, I'm willing to bet this surprise will be extraordinary. Of course, if he dares to play me for a fool, I'll tear his shop down!"

Everyone realized what was happening. They weren't exactly idiots; they were just enjoying a rare moment of indulgence.

Upon seeing this, Ivan immediately beamed and, holding the microphone, declared in a dramatic tone, "I swear on my honor, this surprise will satisfy everyone. Tonight, the Queen will surely see true paradise!"

"One and a half million! I want to see what this fatso is up to!"

"One million eight hundred thousand."

"Two million!"

The auction, which had been full of surprises, finally proceeded as planned. (End of Chapter)