Elise Don stepped down from the DJ booth, sweating profusely. Liam Shane avoided her gaze as much as possible and tossed her a shirt, "Hurry, hurry, put it on."
Being men, he felt Oliver Bloom's distress watching Elise make a spectacle of herself.
Elise was a regular at the bar, played even wilder than this, and had no regard for traditional female virtues. She slipped on the shirt and tied the corners into a loose knot at her waist.
She didn't even bother fastening the buttons.
Elise was only concerned with asking, how did it go, did they stay?
"They left, but they left the money." Liam Shane prepared the drink list and handed it to her.
"That table spent over thirty thousand, and before leaving Tristan Park bought two more bottles of Maotai to store here, making tonight's costs more or less even."
