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"Yo, Mr. Clemens, check this out," Clarence said, puffing up his chest. "These ladies here? Top-notch. Not your everyday girls. We're talking high-class, well-educated, and deep. Got a few celebs and models in the mix too." Micah waved his hand, and Andrew shooed the ladies away. Taking a slow sip of his drink, Micah asked, "So, what did Joe spill?"

Clarence froze, his face going pale. "Uh, nothing, man. You guys are tight, like brothers. He always looks out for you..."

Before Clarence could finish, Micah got up in his face, eyes blazing. "You set this up 'cause you heard something, didn't you?" "I-I..." Clarence stuttered, sweat dripping down his face.

Micah smirked coldly but didn't push it. He just kept sipping his drink.

"Mr. Clemens, don't be mad," Clarence pleaded. "You've been down lately, and I thought this might cheer you up. If it's not your thing, I'll send them away right now."

Clarence moved to give the order, but Micah stopped him with a sly grin. "Nah, Clarence. Maybe you're right. Maybe I do need a pick-me-up."

Micah clinked his glass with Clarence's, easing the tension. Clarence's fear melted into relief. "As long as you're happy, Mr. Clemens. That's all that matters."

Seizing the moment, Clarence barked out orders. "Hit the music! Ladies, line up so Mr. Clemens can get a good look!"

The ladies quickly formed a line, and the businessmen behind them started laughing and cheering.

"Mr. Clemens, these are all stunners. They've got the looks, the bodies, and the brains. Take your time and enjoy tonight!" one guy shouted.

"Yeah, life's short. Live it up while you can," another chimed in.

"Grab a few more. With your stamina, Mr. Clemens, you could take 'em all home," someone joked.

"Hey, he's picking a girlfriend, not just any woman," another guy shot back.

"Yeah, you think Mr. Clemens is as shallow as you?" someone laughed. "No, I'm just happy for him," the guy said.

Micah glanced at the women, not really reacting, and kept drinking.

"Clarence, if you're showing off these ladies, we gotta see their figures. Why the masks and gowns? How are we supposed to know what's underneath?" Zachary Coleman, another businessman, pointed out. "Exactly," others echoed. "There's a heated pool inside. Why not have them change into swimsuits, get in the water, and ditch the makeup? Makes choosing easier, right?"

"Great idea!" others agreed, getting more excited.

The ladies didn't seem to mind; some even laughed and agreed. "No problem, I look good without makeup anyway!"

"Yeah, this outfit's a pain," one woman said.

"Totally," another added.

Micah's attention shifted when a young woman with a calm confidence spoke up in fluent Celestian. "Mr. Clemens doesn't just care about looks. He values understanding."

Micah looked up. In the crowd, a tall woman was gazing at him with deep affection. Unlike the other ladies, she wasn't restless or excited; she had a serene beauty about her.