Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"Welcome, sir. Do you have any female companions you know?"

As soon as Irving entered the VIP box, he noticed that it was different from the regular VIP boxes.

This private room not only has more comfortable cushions on the floor and a quieter environment, but its decoration is also significantly more upscale.

Most importantly, there were two very attractive blonde, blue-eyed waitresses standing at the door.

Irving took a closer look. Although their appearances were clearly enhanced by makeup, they were very beautiful, just like movie stars on television.

Seeing two pretty waitresses approach him, Owen immediately smiled and said, "This is my first time here, could you recommend one of them?"

"Of course, sir," the waitress smiled slightly.

The two women exchanged a glance. One of them, a slightly taller, fair-skinned waitress, approached Owen, gently took his arm, and said in a low voice:

"Since this is your first time here, sir, you must be familiar with the VIP room amenities, right?"

"No," Irving replied frankly.

The waitress gave an awkward smile, though she was secretly thinking of cursing.

Seeing Irving holding over ten thousand dollars in chips in his right hand, she immediately smiled brightly.

Although Kyrie Irving doesn't look like a rich man just by his appearance.

But seeing Irving casually holding chips worth over ten thousand dollars, the waitress was basically certain that the young Asian man she was holding was definitely not cheap.

After all, sometimes the clothes someone wears don't directly reflect their identity.

She also encountered a wealthy man dressed as a homeless person who gave her a diamond necklace.

Thinking of this, the waitress moved even closer to Owen.

Sensing the other party's blatant implication, Irving coughed lightly a few times, then quickly changed the subject and asked:

"Could you tell me what kind of games are available here?"

"Of course, sir." Hearing Owen's question, the waitress snapped out of her daze and quickly introduced herself:

"My name is Sophie, and I'm your escort for this occasion."

"Unlike the first floor of the club and the entry-level VIP rooms, the high-end VIP rooms are designed to be free and unrestrained, full of unknowns."

"Unknown?" Owen frowned, somewhat confused about what the other person meant.

Sophie seemed to have long been used to this.

She didn't explain much, but instead led Owen to a small corridor with a mysterious smile.

"What's in here?" Owen asked in surprise, listening to the screams, cheers, and praises of God coming from the depths of the corridor.

Sophie shrugged. "Take a chance, just take a chance! You know, there are eight rooms in this corridor, all pitch black and poorly lit. Once you're inside, you can do whatever you want."

"Of course, if you need any safety measures, please let me know in advance, and we will provide them free of charge..."

"Okay, I get it. But what's that thing that looks like a coin-operated machine next to the hallway?" Owen asked curiously, looking at the unknown machine hanging on the wall in front of him.

"This is where you put your chips in the private room."

Sophie pointed to the corridor beside her and explained, "Like this 'Hell Corridor,' you need to spend 100 chips to enter and play."

There are many places like this in the VIP boxes, and each place has a sign indicating how many chips are required.

Of course, if you need me to accompany you inside, you will need to tip me.

Sophie said, gently nudging Owen and giving him a flirtatious wink, "Sir, would you like to come in and have a look?"

"No! I don't want to." Irving said speechlessly.

"I don't want to accidentally bump into a black guy and start hugging and kissing him in there."

"Alright... sir, then I'll take you to see other places." Sophie said with some regret, as the 'Hell Corridor' was one of her favorite attractions.

However, since Irving had already said that, she naturally couldn't refuse.

The two continued walking forward and soon arrived at an ancient gate.

Unlike her previous eagerness, Sophie was quite indifferent, calmly introducing, "Sir, this is the auction hall."

"Auction hall?" Irving asked, puzzled.

"An auction will be held in the auction hall every half hour."

Sophie gently pushed open the wooden door and saw only a few scattered staff members setting up the stage. She shrugged and said, "As you can see, the auction items are various strippers, and the highest bidder wins."

Based on their different backgrounds and attributes, dancers are generally divided into three main categories.

One type is professional dancers, who have top-notch looks and figures, and are beautiful and have sweet voices, but they are all quite expensive.

The second category consists of women who have suffered family misfortunes and are forced to become dancers here. These women are generally paid less and require training.

As for the third type... these are third- or fourth-tier actors and models, whose prices are usually inflated to astronomical levels...

Irving's eyes widened, his face filled with shock.

I'm a human trafficker!

He was initially puzzled, since "Diamond King" Club was a long-established, high-end adult club.

Even if it's due to poor business and internal reforms, its main business shouldn't be this weak.

Upon seeing the magnificent auction hall before him, Owen instantly understood.

It turns out the club's really exciting shows are all in the VIP boxes.

After spending more than twenty minutes learning about all the programs in the VIP box, Owen found a sofa and sat down.

I took a deep breath, my heart filled with shock.

Although his mental resilience had improved considerably after this period of training, Irving was still so amazed by the various programs in the box that he questioned his existence.

He never imagined that a long-established adult club would offer such perverse services.

Irving thinks the person who designed these paid programs must be a psychopath.

Like Hannibal, he only looks like a human on the surface.

Irving calmed himself down a bit and went back into the private box, acting as if nothing had happened.

When the escort, Sophie, saw Owen return, her eyes lit up. She immediately approached him, smiling politely, and asked, "Sir, have you decided on the project you want to do?"

Irving noticed that all the women accompanying him had disappeared; it seemed they had all been called away.

He immediately saw through Sophie's thoughts; she seemed eager to work on the project with him.

But at that moment, Irving had no such thoughts in mind.

However, out of politeness, Owen nodded first. As people continued to walk into the auction hall, a sudden idea flashed in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out a $20 chip and handed it to Sophie with a smile:

"I still have some things to do. Could you go to the auction hall and save me a seat? I'll be right there."