The entire atmosphere in the private room momentarily froze. Everyone wore matching expressions of bewilderment.

  What the...

  What's going on here?

  "Think you guys got the wrong room?"

  One of the guys finally snapped out of it, instinctively rising to his feet.

  The leader of the incoming group—presumably the PR manager—smiled politely. "A Miss requested this arrangement."

  "Miss..." The guy's throat seized up. He looked toward Douglas.

  But Douglas's gaze had already landed on Grace. Trying not to come across as too forward, he'd thoughtfully arranged for a female friend to sit on either side of her, flanking her with Scarlett.

  Now, hearing the PR manager's words, he was utterly dumbfounded.

  The only "Miss" in this room was Grace herself!

  And there were a lot of male hosts. All tall, all handsome, every conceivable type represented—even two with blue eyes who were clearly foreign.

  Among the guys in their own group, only Douglas himself could possibly measure up to these male hosts' standards.

  The women in the room shifted from shock to slowly brightening expressions. After all, having this many gorgeous men appear in one place was a feast for the eyes, just on principle.

  Only when the doors clicked shut did Grace rise to her feet. "Is this all of them?"

  Douglas and the other guys: ?

  This was "all"? The room was packed three rows deep!

  The PR manager replied smoothly, "Miss, you can make your selections first. If this isn't enough, there are more. This is just the first round."

  "Grace."

  Douglas couldn't stay seated any longer. He hurried over and lowered his voice. "What are you doing? I invited you here—not to order male hosts!"

  Grace blinked at him innocently. "Then what am I here for? Isn't it to have a good time?"

  Douglas was momentarily speechless. He felt a little embarrassed—his close buddies were all here, and the girl he'd gone to all this trouble to invite was... ordering male hosts?!

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  "Come on. Don't do this. Save me some face." Douglas's expression was pleading.

  Grace patted his shoulder reassuringly. "I'm ordering male hosts for my own enjoyment—not to embarrass you."

  "You guys brought all these gorgeous girls, didn't you? Who says only men get to have fun while women just sit around like decorations?"

  With that, Grace turned to address the women in the room. They'd played a few games earlier and were on friendlier terms now. "Ladies, pick whoever you want. If one's not enough, pick two. My treat!"

  A few of the women couldn't hide their excitement—their eyes lit up.

  Male hosts at a place like this didn't come cheap.

  Scarlett had already locked onto her targets. Pointing at two guys who looked around 185 cm, with broad shoulders, narrow waists, and fair skin, she declared, "I want this one... and this one!"

  Grace surveyed the lineup seriously. Then she pointed to the back row. "You in the middle with the short hair—how old are you?"

  The young man glanced around, realized he was the only one with short hair, and quickly replied, "I'm 19."

  "You're mine."

  "Then I want one too! Grace, I'm serious!" One of the other women suddenly stood up.

  Grace smiled and nodded. "Pick away, ladies. Let's fill this room!"

  With someone taking the lead, the women who'd been too shy to move but were secretly eager all rose to their feet, picking their hosts one by one like a casting call.

  These male hosts had worked nightlife for years—but never had they witnessed a scene like this, women picking them. The guys in the room were struck speechless.

  In an instant, the private room—which had started with a severe gender imbalance—was flooded with over a dozen tall, handsome male hosts. Suddenly, the atmosphere felt right.

  Because when Grace had first walked in and seen over twenty people with only five men, she'd felt a visceral discomfort.

  Why should men be allowed to lounge around surrounded by beautiful women, enjoying their little paradise, while women just sat in rows like decorative ornaments?

  If there was going to be fun, everyone was going to have fun.

  Before long, the room filled with women's laughter, chatter, and occasional squeals. Shy or not, these male hosts were professionals—and they were committed to their craft. How else could they command such prices?

  Scarlett's two hosts, one on either side, had lost their shirts within ten minutes of sitting down. One had sharply defined abs; the other had a full, solid chest. Combined with their striking faces, Scarlett was utterly spoiled for choice, her eyes darting back and forth uncertain where to land.

  The "19-year-old college student" beside Grace was no slouch either. "Sister" this and "Sister" that, he had Grace's heart blooming. He even took her hand and placed it on his muscles without her asking.

  Grace indulged shamelessly, fully immersed in the moment, marveling at how wonderful youth was. How wonderful younger guys were.

  The other women, led by their hosts' expert guidance, were also getting rowdy—laughter and excited shrieks rising in waves. A few male hosts even launched into sensual dances, interacting closely with the women as they moved, leaving everyone flushed and thrilled.

  Watching the hosts put in such effort, Grace casually dropped a cool hundred dollars on several bottles of top-shelf imported liquor. For the hosts, whose commissions were no joke, this was like rocket fuel for their professional ambition. Had there not been other men present, they might have been ready to shed their pants entirely.

  The guys in the room could only stare in stunned silence. When women got wild, there was literally no room left for them.

  Meanwhile, as Grace—the elder sister—was being rather uninhibited, her younger sister Chloe was on the verge of a nervous breakdown over an upcoming kissing scene.

  In her dressing room, Chloe kept flipping through the script, reviewing the next night scene. Having never kissed anyone before, the thought of surrendering her on-screen first kiss had her flustered beyond belief.

  Finally, she set the script aside and pulled out her phone, searching video apps for "classic kiss scenes" to study.

  Taylor and Edward sat silently behind her, watching in fascination. This was the first time they'd seen Chloe this nervous about a scene.

  "Chloe, kissing isn't exactly a skill, is it? I feel like people are born knowing how. Maybe once you're actually doing it, you'll just... know."

  Chloe turned around, face full of worry. "Oh, please stop talking about it. I'm already nervous enough."

  Edward chuckled. "Alright, we'll leave you alone. Find your zone. You've still got half an hour."

  Chloe nodded and was about to resume her "research" when a knock sounded at the dressing room door.

  It was Bryan's assistant.

  " Marcus."

  Chloe put down her phone and stood up. "Is something wrong?"

  Marcus stepped inside, closed the door, and nodded. "There's something I wanted to discuss with you, Chloe."

  Chloe's expression turned serious. "Go ahead, Marcus. What is it?"

  Marcus got straight to the point. "For the kissing scene later... do you think you and Bryan could do it as a fake shot? Bryan hasn't had his on-screen first kiss yet. We're worried about how his fans might react—it could affect him."

  Chloe's expression cooled visibly at his words. She didn't manage to hide it.

  "Is this Bryan's idea?" she asked.