"We'll see how it goes," Mavi replied, not immediately agreeing to the other party's suggestion. He could sense that the other party had an even more wild party in mind. Since his rebirth, Mavi hadn't really had much rest.
Although Russian men are known for being strong and energetic, even a steel rod can be ground into a needle, and endless indulgence is the one thing he feared most.
But, as it always goes, everything in this world is subject to the "it's too good to pass up" rule. Mavi's "we'll see" quickly turned into a change of scenery. He and dozens of Victoria's Secret models from various countries arrived at his luxury home at Purple Garden Number One in Lujiazui, Pudong. He had a specific party house there, which was no less luxurious than a six-star hotel and was perfect for a group of young people to have a chaotic and wonderful night.
"Mr. Mavi, I heard that this top luxury apartment complex in China, right by the river, belongs to you? And that almost none of the units have ever been sold?" The Victoria's Secret models, sitting in a stretched limousine, sipping champagne and listening to music, asked Mavi with a curious look on their faces.
"Something like that. So no matter how loud you get tonight, you won't bother anyone. And you don't have to worry about anyone bothering the party, either," Mavi said with a faint smile.
This was the great thing about being rich—if you could dream it, you could do it. The Victoria's Secret models had initially considered going to a bar or renting a hotel suite to have some fun, since the official Victoria's Secret party was too "formal" for them to really let loose.
But bars are too chaotic, full of all sorts of people. And a hotel suite might lead to a complaint from the next room, so they wouldn't be able to have as much fun.
So the group of playful models was very glad that Mavi finally agreed to take them with him. Otherwise, they would have missed out on a lot of fun that night.
"Wow, Mr. Mavi, your place is so luxurious! Is this really just a place you use for parties? It's amazing! Can I look around?" As the models walked into Mavi's mansion, they were immediately captivated by the exquisite decor and beautiful design.
"Of course, this place is all yours tonight," Mavi said with a smile. In reality, he barely used this party house once a year. But every two weeks, housekeepers would come to clean it to keep it spotless, just in case the owner decided to show up. It was all a lot of money to burn.
After hearing what Mavi said, the models' faces lit up. They all took off their high heels and put on comfortable, clean slippers, then began to explore the mansion in pairs. The more they looked, the more they realized how comfortable the lives of the rich truly were!
A house meant only for parties, in a city they didn't even live in for most of the year, was decorated so luxuriously and kept completely dust-free. The yearly upkeep alone must have cost a fortune!
After the models finished their appreciative tour of Mavi's mansion, his staff had already prepared drinks and food. The food and drinks here were clearly of a higher quality than what was served at the official Victoria's Secret party.
The red wine was Lafite and Romanée-Conti, and the champagne was Dom Pérignon. As for the food, it was made on-site by a French chef in a separate kitchen, which was both convenient and meant the food was served fresh.
The food was made with fresh ingredients that were flown in that very night, making it several times better than what was sold in high-end restaurants.
"Mr. Mavi, thank you so much for all of this!"
"This is all amazing! I think I'm in love with this place." The curvy and elegant Victoria's Secret models couldn't stop praising everything Mavi had arranged. The fact that he had done all of this so casually only added to his immense charm in their eyes.
Women are most tempted by two things: delicious food and the unique feeling between a man and a woman. Now that the food was beyond perfect, the conversation and attention naturally turned to the other matter.
"Mr. Mavi, would you like to play a game with us?" The American model who had invited Mavi to the party earlier suddenly asked to liven up the atmosphere.
"What kind of game? Do I have to play?" Mavi preferred to sit quietly and watch the beautiful women enjoying themselves. It made him feel like he had a house full of stunning beauties.
"Of course you have to play. It was made just for you," the blonde, blue-eyed model said with a smile. She then pulled a scarf out of her bag and gestured for Mavi to put it on as a blindfold.
"Okay, the game is limited to the living room. Anyone who runs out of the room loses. Anyone who gets caught also loses and has to face the punishment..." It seemed the city folks really knew how to have fun. The group of beautiful women wanted Mavi to play a blindfolded game of "tag."
There were 16 models in total, and the living room was about 65 square meters. It contained furniture like a TV, sofas, and coffee tables. But for safety, anything that someone could trip over, like the coffee tables, had been moved out of the way.
"Wait, what's the punishment? You have to make that clear first, right?" Mavi had never played such a thrilling game before. Such a seductive scene was something he'd only ever seen in movies about ancient kings' palaces. But the quality of the actresses in those movies couldn't compare to the beauties in front of him.
"What punishment would you like if you were the one who got caught?" the model who suggested the game asked Mavi with a sly smile. As they had all gotten more familiar, they were speaking more casually and were no longer so formal.
"If I get caught, then I get to 'hehe'?" Mavi answered casually.
The 16 models in front of him looked confused. "You get to 'hehe'? What's that?"
"Nothing. Since you suggested the game, you should be the ones to decide the punishment." Mavi didn't dare explain what "hehe" meant in public. Otherwise, they would definitely think he was a pervert.
"How about this for a punishment? The person who gets caught has to take off an article of clothing?" one of the models said with a playful laugh.