After realizing what had happened, Ginger was filled with gratitude, her eyes welling up with tears. She stepped forward and hugged Draco tightly.
"Thank you, Mr. Collard, you've been so kind to me..." Ginger said, nestled against Draco, his voice choked with emotion.
"Alright," Draco said detachedly, "Don't give me that crap. This is your paycheck for tonight."
As he spoke, Draco gently pulled her aside.
"I understand!" Ginger said resentfully.
Deeply disappointed, the light in his eyes dimmed.
This was a clear rejection of her advances.
Based on her years of experience navigating the world of prostitution, she knew all too well what a man like Draco meant.
If you could get into his bed, even just for one night, you could probably get far more than 100,000.
If she could go further, even if it was just becoming his regular female companion on this ship, or even having a longer-term relationship, it would be an opportunity to rise to the top in one step and completely change her destiny!
Her passionate hug just now was certainly full of genuine emotion.
But doesn't it also contain elements of testing and seduction?
Unfortunately, the other party seemed unmoved by either soft or hard tactics.
He offered huge rewards, but clearly drew a line between them.
He kept her unrealistic fantasies at bay; it seemed he really only needed a temporary assistant.
"Let's go!" Draco said, then walked towards the main hall.
"Wait for me!" Ginger hurriedly stuffed ten chips into his small pocket and followed Draco's footsteps.
The two walked through the long VIP corridor and returned to the casino's main hall, where the noise and dazzling lights once again greeted them.
The gamblers, caught up in their own joys and sorrows, paid no attention to the two figures emerging from the VIP area.
Draco continued walking towards the casino exit.
"Not playing anymore?" Ginger with a hint of regret. If she could continue following him, she might have had more opportunities to shine.
"What do you want to play?" Dra asked, looking at her teasingly.
"Anything is fine, Mr. Collard, I'll play whatever you want..." Ginger didn't understand what he meant.
"Am I messing with you?" Draco asked bluntly, yet with a hint of amusement.
These words made Ginger tremble, her face flush and her heart pound.
Unexpectedly, this man, who had always appeared calm, composed, and even somewhat indifferent, would suddenly utter such frivolous words.
But Ginger, after all, was a woman of the night. After a brief moment of embarrassment, she seized the opportunity, suppressed her wildly beating heart, met Draco's gaze, and unabashedly provoked him:
"... It's not impossible."
After speaking, Ginger puffed out her chest, making her graceful curves even more eye-catching under the light, and put on a charming expression.
"Let's forget about it," Draco chuckled.
"Why?" Ginger persisted, unwilling to give up. She couldn't believe that her looks couldn't attract this man.
Could it be that he...?
"I'm afraid of winning the bid." Draco casually offered a reason that surprised Ginger, and then walked forward.
Ginger was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.
The disappointment she felt actually lessened somewhat; she hadn't expected this mysterious man to be worried about this.
He quickly followed up and bluntly stated, "We have helmets!"
"Who knows if you'll secretly puncture it?"
"Pfft--" Ginger laughed even louder this time. She thought this man was too straightforward, but also strangely cute.
With a coquettish laugh, Ginger protested, "Oh dear, what kind of person do you take me for? I would never do such a thing!"
"I was just joking with you earlier. Actually, I have a wife." Draco's tone was slightly more serious this time.
"Wife?" Ginger blinked, paused for a moment at the term, and guessed it meant "wife" or "madam."
But she didn't care. There were plenty of married men in this kind of setting; it was never an obstacle. She tilted her head and asked innocently, "Does it matter?"
"...6." Draco was speechless.
Although he didn't quite understand what "6" meant, judging from Draco's reaction, Ginger probably understood that he was expressing speechlessness.
She knew when to stop, understanding that further entanglement might backfire. So she sighed and said wistfully, "Alright, alright, I won't make things difficult for you anymore. I know you're a good man, chaste and pure." Her tone carried three parts disappointment and seven parts jest.
"Thank you."
The two quickly settled their bill, cashed the large check, and Draco put it away before planning to leave the casino.
"Mr. Collard, actually, the casino has top-of-the-line hidden private rooms—even better and more comfortable than the presidential suites on a cruise ship, with absolutely first-class privacy! And..."
"There are also many special services and facilities inside~" Ginger deliberately emphasized the words "services" and "facilities."
"Want me to take you to see it? I guarantee you'll never want to leave!" Ginger tempted, wanting to make one last effort.
"You're still up to your old tricks!" Draco chuckled.
Having her thoughts directly exposed, Ginger blushed, but instead of denying it shyly, she readily admitted it:
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, a man who is handsome, capable, and rich, what woman wouldn't be attracted to him and want to be with him? I, Ginger, am just an ordinary man, after all."
As she spoke, she deliberately took another half step closer to Draco, almost pressing herself against him, tilting her face up and exhaling her fragrant breath.
"And... I'm really good at it, I'm sure I'll satisfy you~" As she spoke, her hand seemingly unintentionally reached down.
"Is this your first time?" Draco asked, grabbing her hand.
Ginger was stunned; she hadn't expected him to ask that suddenly.
But Ginger didn't care at all, and said coquettishly, "Mr. Collard ~ what does it matter? Does it matter if it's the first time? My technique is so bad the first time, I don't know anything, I'm so clumsy, how could I possibly win your favor~"
"I don't like sharing a passageway with others. I prefer privileges, like using a private passageway," Draco said with a grin.
Ginger's smile froze for a moment. She knew this was the most direct rejection, and also the most difficult obstacle to overcome.
But she was not yet resigned to it and still wanted to continue to persuade and entice Draco with gentle words, trying to sway his resolute mind.
However, Draco didn't give her a chance to speak again, but simply tore off a bill worth ten thousand and stuffed it into her hand.
Holding the check for ten thousand, Ginger paused for a moment.
Adding that to the previous 100,000, that makes 110,000!
It's just companionship, a little bit of "borderline" service...
The reward was more generous than anyone could have imagined.
But for some reason, she didn't feel much joy.
"This is my first time." Seeing Ginger's somewhat stunned face, Draco added another explanation.
After saying that, he left the casino, leaving Ginger, the noisy lights, and the restless desires behind.