Many people had already left their seats, flooding the dance floor or swaying to the rhythm of the pulsing music.
Lina was naturally fond of clubbing, and after spotting Suzie's little secret earlier, she was even more determined not to let her win.
She couldn't call her out directly, of course, so she had no choice but to act like she hadn't seen anything. The smarter move was to simply take Zach away and remove the problem at its root.
"Come on, let's dance," she said with a smile, tugging gently on his arm.
"I don't dance. If you want to go, go ahead," Zach replied, waving her off casually.
He had noticed the change in Lina's expression a moment ago, and for a brief second, he felt a flicker of tension.
But then he realized—why should he be nervous? He hadn't done anything wrong.
If anything, it was the girls who should be feeling on edge.
It wasn't enough to bat your eyes and look pretty. If they wanted to get close to someone with money, they had to win the competition first.
With that thought, Zach felt completely at ease.
The real reason he didn't want to go down to the dance floor had nothing to do with disinterest in Lina. It was just that he rarely went clubbing and didn't know his way around it.
Watching girls dance was a whole different story—especially when they were attractive, confident, and knew how to move. A subtle sway, a well-timed step—it could be downright hypnotic.
But doing it himself? The very idea made him feel secondhand embarrassment.
Seeing Zach wasn't willing to go, Lina quickly gave up on the idea of dancing downstairs.
She wasn't going to hand Suzie the perfect chance to stay behind and keep Zach to herself. That was exactly what the other girl wanted.
"Then I'll stay too," Lina said quickly. "But how about this—I dance just for you?"
Now that was a suggestion Zach could get behind.
While he wasn't interested in the club scene, he definitely wouldn't mind watching Lina dance.
He lifted his hand and lightly patted Suzie's arm, giving her a subtle look. Suzie got the message and withdrew her hand without hesitation.
The massage had been nice at first, but after that initial thrill, it had started to feel more like an itch he couldn't scratch.
It was like hunger—sometimes, if you hold out, the feeling passes. But once you take a bite and don't finish the meal, it only gets worse.
The whole teasing act was exciting in the beginning, but without a satisfying conclusion, it was quickly losing its appeal. Better to save that energy for later.
Zach clapped his hands together and looked around the booth with a grin.
"Here's an idea—why don't all of you dance for me? Whoever puts on the best show gets a reward."
"Mr. Zach, what's the reward?" Suzie asked, unable to contain her curiosity.
"You'll find out after the dancing's done. I promise—you won't be disappointed," Zach replied, keeping the mystery alive.
"But let me make one thing clear: only the one who impresses me the most gets the reward. Whether you win or not—it's all up to you."
The girls looked at one another, a competitive glint in their eyes, but they were also clearly amused. Dancing for Zach wasn't just fun—it was a chance to show off and steal the spotlight.
After all, they loved to dance, and just sitting around drinking at a club would get boring fast.
Even Anya, who was experiencing nightlife for the first time, looked eager to give it a try as she glanced toward the lively crowd on the main dance floor.
This wasn't just about entertainment—it was an opportunity to shine. And with a reward at stake? All the more reason to put on a show.
Seeing no one object, Zach gave a wave of his hand.
"All right then. Let's begin!"
As part of the club's most premium section, every Zone 0 booth came with its own private stage, located just behind the bottle service table. That meant they didn't have to squeeze into the crowded main floor—they had their own spotlight.
The girls didn't hesitate. Suzie was the first to step forward toward the stage, and Lina grabbed Anya's hand and led her over with a smile.
Zach straightened up on the sofa, resting his arm across the back of the couch and crossing one leg over the other. A glass of champagne in hand, he was ready to enjoy the show.
This night wasn't just about spending money—it was also about meeting people. And tonight, he planned to take someone home.
He hadn't decided who yet. All the girls were attractive in their own way. He'd let them compete—and see who left the strongest impression.
The four girls stepped onto the private stage in front of the table and, without needing to coordinate, naturally fell into formation, facing Zach.
The stage was wide enough that it didn't feel cramped, even with all four dancing side by side.
Perched more than a meter above the main floor, their performance quickly caught the attention of other clubgoers below.
"Yo, check out that booth up there—four girls dancing at the same time!"
"Damn… how much booze did that table order for them to be partying like that?"
"Trust me, those girls aren't club promoters. They must've come with the guy who reserved that booth. Look at the one in the black silk tube top—she can't be older than eighteen or nineteen…"
"They're all smoking hot. If I had even one of them with me, I'd be on cloud nine."
"Keep dreaming. That's a Zone 0 booth. Minimum spend's like twenty or thirty grand. We're not even in the same league."
The four-girl performance instantly became the club's main attraction.
Jealousy, envy, admiration—it all surged from the onlookers watching the scene unfold from the dance floor.
Every guy watching was thinking the same thing: Why can't that be me up there?
Meanwhile, Zach lounged on the sofa, glass of champagne in hand, taking slow, deliberate sips as his gaze swept back and forth across the stage.
A wave of satisfaction surged through him.
So this is what it feels like to live wealthy.
With a few casual words, he'd turned the evening into a private showcase. The girls danced with energy and confidence, each one pouring her personality into every move—eager to stand out, eager to win.
This wasn't just dancing anymore.
It was a performance. A contest. A seduction.