Chapter 661
Andrew quickly realized that in Dream Paradise, the so–called foreign masseuses that everyone raved about were not actually imported at all.
They were just local girls wrapped up in fancy packaging, and they only knew a handful of common phrases. Yet, somehow, their broken Eastonian still managed to charm young men into emptying their wallets just for a chance to be here.
Sighing, Andrew muttered, “Man, ignorance is a scary thing.
The woman on his left immediately switched gears, dropping her fake accent and blurting out in a thick, local dialect, “Oh, come on, big guy! Are you looking down on us or what? Once you get a massage, you have to pay up- our boss will mess you up if you don’t!”
The one on his right chimed in, her accent just as heavy, “Exactly! You’re acting all stingy and won’t even go for the premium options–what’s up with that?”
“You’re the first guy I’ve ever seen who came here just for a plain old massage. Are you sure it’s not a performance issue?”
Andrew did not get mad. Instead, he just laughed. “Oh, my stamina’s just fine. But ladies, tell me since when do Eastonians speak my hometown dialect so fluently?”
The two fake foreign masseuses stiffened, realizing they had slipped up. Quickly, they tried to play it off, mentioning a few common Eastonian phrases.
The massage lasted 40 minutes, and Andrew thought his experience was completely forgettable. Meanwhile, Marcus was still going strong–he had not reappeared yet.
Andrew waited a bit longer. However, seeing that Marcus was not showing up, he headed to the front desk to settle the bill.
Marcus had insisted it was his treat, but Andrew did not really care. Whoever footed the bill made no difference to him.
The receptionist greeted him with a professional smile. “Sir, for both of you, the total comes to 5,206,000 dollars.
She continued, “Since it’s your first time at Dream Paradise, you qualify for our new customer discount, so we’ll waive the extra 6,000. You only need to pay 5.2 million dollars.”
Andrew raised an eyebrow. “I just got a massage, and even if my friend got, uh, extra services, there’s no way it adds up to over five million.”
The girl at the counter did not miss a beat, extending her hand expectantly. “There’s nothing wrong with the charges the total is 5.2 million dollars. Will that be cash or card?”
Andrew chuckled, but there was not the slightest hint of humor in his eyes. He mumbled, “Looks like I’ve walked into a scam joint. Interesting. Since the bill is this outrageous, bring it here. I’d love to see exactly how this place justifies its prices.”
Before the receptionist could respond, a stern–faced man approached. The name tag on his suit read: Bryce Turner, Manager.
“If the guest wants to see the itemized bill, then show it to him,” Bryce instructed, his voice cold.
A moment later, Andrew had the receipt in hand. One glance, and he could not help but laugh harder.
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Ten grand for a bottle of water? Damn, It must be divine nectar. Two million for a 40–minute massage? Honestly, I think you undercharged. A high–end place like this should be charging at least ten million, don’t you think?”
He added, “And this disposable slippers, another ten grand for a pair? They must be solid gold, huh? Funny, because I distinctly remember them being plastic.”
Without another word, he tore the receipt in half and let the pieces float to the floor.
Bryce’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Sir, what do you mear by this? Are you trying to enjoy the service without paying? Do you think you can just walk out of here?”
Andrew’s tone remained calm as he replied, “You’re the manager, right? Go get your boss. I’d like to ask them in person–do they really think this pricing is reasonable?”
