The Grand Welcome (R-18)

The palace hotel stood before us, towering against the night sky like a monument to wealth and power. Its golden lights shimmered off the marble facade, exuding an air of exclusivity. As we walked in, the glass doors slid open without a sound, revealing a grand entrance hall bustling with activity. 

John and I exchanged a glance, the grandeur of the place momentarily stealing our breath. 

"Man, this is insane," John muttered, brushing a hand through his dark hair. 

"Yeah, no kidding," I replied, my eyes darting to the waitresses who were gliding across the floor like dancers, trays of crystal glasses balanced perfectly in their hands. 

The female waitresses were strikingly beautiful, dressed in sexy and bold uniforms that hugged their curves. Their smiles were warm but professional, and as one approached us, she handed each of us a glass of champagne. 

"Welcome, gentlemen," she said in a melodic voice before gliding away effortlessly.