The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Stop arguing," the boss vented some frustration, "I'll take him away, no one gets company tonight, there's no need to spoil the mood for everyone."
"Why bother," Lilac Serval raised an eyebrow indifferently, "You want to take him away? Where to? Wherever you take him, I have claimed him for tonight."
"Boss, I've paid, you haven't forgotten, have you? Taking my money and now you're telling me you're taking him away? That's hardly credible," Sister Waverly also sneered.
"…" For a moment, the bar owner found himself in a dilemma.
"Lilac Serval, I see you're afraid to play with money, do you know how much I put down tonight? This much." Sister Waverly raised five fingers, "Fifty thousand. Fifty thousand for one night, will you match it?"
Sister Waverly knew that Lilac Serval was just there for casual play and really couldn't afford the big stakes.