Mastering the fates with Role-play system

[6] The quest 2

[ Mature content, proceed with caution]

The first thing he noticed at the entrance was a group of young ladies, dressed in almost transparent clothes, their cleavages and thighs exposed while they danced to the rhythm, shaking their waist and behinds in a most tempting way.

Tristan recognized a few of them being his course mates, their moves were alluring and tempting to him, but he chose to look away instantly and proceeded to the counter.

As he walked through the crowd, everyone stared at him suspiciously, his mask drew so much attention to him, but he didn't mind since no one complained.

"What can I get you, sir?" The waitress approached him from behind just before he could get the counter, turning around he couldn't help but wonder why a waitress was dressed in the same manner as a stripper.

"Uhm… what do you have?" He stuttered, he couldn't resist the temptations of studying her physical appearance, leaving no details behind.

"Alright, we have a lot here, follow me," she said and walked towards the counter, walking behind her felt like torture to him, he had self-control over so many girls including Laura his ex-girlfriend, so he couldn't understand the urges that overwhelmed him all of a sudden.

"Perhaps a bottle of Dalmore 62? That's $200,000, I'm starting from the most expensive, if you don't want that then…

"No I'll take it," Tristan retorted without hesitation, he didn't know what it looked or tasted like, but having so much money to spend within a short time, he couldn't think of anything else than try one of the most expensive drinks in the bar.

The waiter was shocked, it was the first time a customer chose such a drink without thinking twice about it, for a second she thought Tristan was joking so she said,

"There are less expensive drinks Mr… uh

" Call me T, " Tristan uttered.

" Mr. T, like there are some worth a hundred dollars, some a thousand…

"No I want Dalmore," he interjected and took his seat on one of the vacant seats in front of the counter.

Without wasting another second, the waiter went behind a closed area and came out immediately with someone else.

"Mr. T, I heard you want to purchase a Dalmore 62?" The man who looked like he was in charge of the bar questioned Tristan with an expression of unbelief. Tristan wasn't dressed like a man who could afford such a drink, to the man, Tristan appeared like one of his usual college students who bought drinks worth a thousand dollars just to show off.

"Yes, and is there a problem with that?" Tristan inquired with a hint of pride in his tone.

"No sir, just that you have to pay for that before it is served," the man replied. Usually, drinks were served, while the customers paid afterward, but because he doubted Tristan's ability to afford such a drink, he had to be cautious.

"Sure," Tristan replied, taking him by surprise.

"How do I pay? I didn't come out with my card, so can I make a transfer?" He asked.

Still giving him a suspicious stare, the man handed a card over to Tristan, it contained the account details he needed to make the transfer, and in less than a minute, the account was credited with two hundred thousand dollars as requested.

The man's jaws dropped, he could not believe that a young masked man had just bought the most expensive drink in the bar without thinking twice.

"Please Martha," he called out to the waitress who had attended to Tristan earlier.

"Make sure he gets the best treatment, and do whatever he asks you to," then he turned to Tristan and said.

"Sir, I hope you enjoy your stay here, feel free to ask for anything you need, also if you don't mind me asking, why are you putting on a mask?"

"A special occasion," Tristan answered, and the man refrained from bothering him any further.

"Follow me, sir, I'll show you to a comfortable place to sit and relax, while you enjoy your drink," the waitress spoke to him, and he stood up and followed her immediately. She led him farther into the bar, away from the crowd, this part of the bar was often reserved for the eminence, usually customers who has spent a large sum of money in the bar.

"I'll get your drink now sir," she smiled and tried rubbing her hands on his chest seductively, but Tristan caught her hand and took it off his chest, shaking his head in disagreement.

"Just get me the drink," he said and she left him immediately to do as he instructed.

"How much have I spent so far?" He asked the system.

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[ Financial status: $799,610]

"Sheesh!" He exclaimed.

"Feels like I have spent nothing," he almost laughed at himself, also he wondered what sort of reward he would get once the mission was completed.

"For asking me to spend a million dollars before midnight, the rewards must be bigger right…

His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. A group of young men had just occupied a seat behind him and the voice of the first person to speak among them caught his attention.

"Man! I was so pissed. Like the fool thought he could drag a girl with me, he even had the guts to push my chest, thereby challenging me to a fight, he was lucky to be alive," Paul spoke relentlessly in a tone of annoyance.

Tristan was instantly irritated, Paul's mere presence caused him to feel uneasy, and it was even more annoying that Paul was talking about him.

"I heard you beat him," one of Paul's friends uttered, while Tristan paid attention, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Yeah, like I said, he was begging for his life, you know, when Laura told me he was her boyfriend I was irritated, like girls, why the hell would you date that thing, that poor peacock? Funny enough, Laura supported me when I accused him of trying to rape her, she's such a fool." Saying this, Paul and his peers let out a burst of laughter and Tristan fumed with anger, as if ready to explore anytime soon.

"Excuse me, sir, your drink," the waitress had returned, with a bottle of Dalmore 62, only by its packaging, one could tell that it was one of a kind. She served him on a tray with a wine glass.

"Would you like anything else?" She asked.

"No, thank you, I'll be fine, " he answered briskly, only to get rid of her as soon as possible because her appearance was tempting and he didn't want Paul to notice his presence as well.

" Wait, that voice sounds familiar, almost like that peacock's voice," Paul exclaimed, turning around to see who it was that spoke behind him.

" Oh sh*t, " Tristan whispered, keeping a straight face.

" Hey, man! " Paul called his attention and his heart skipped a beat, how was he to escape at this moment?