"What game?"
"Of course, it's an interesting game." Sienna Johnson deliberately played coy, her smiling gaze sweeping over every woman present.
It must be said, these women were all beautiful. After all, those attending the banquet today weren't ordinary people; their men were wealthy and powerful. When men of power and influence chose wives, they naturally looked at faces and chests—who cared about inner worth?
"Just tell us already!"
"...Any of you, if you can make Sixth Master Night Owl at you, I'll give you 150 thousand. Whoever can get Sixth Master to hold your hand briefly, I'll give 750 thousand. Whoever can get Sixth Master to hug you, I'll give 1.5 million. And whoever can get Sixth Master to kiss you, I'll give an enormous 1.5 million!"
After a long pause, Sienna Johnson saw eager anticipation stirring on several women's faces.
"Whoever can hook up with Sixth Master in bed... Mrs. Desmond, I'll gladly yield this position to you!"
