Let's bet on it

You could see the one with the red beanie eyes start to glow and decided to intervene before things start to get serious. "Hey." You said, introducing yourself to the group. "I don't mean to overhear, but I heard you guys were looking for some tickets."

The muscular woman turns to you, her eyes narrowing as she takes in your appearance. "And who might you be?" she asks, her tone laced with a hint of suspicion. You hold up the Le Seraffim ticket, showing it to her. "I'm just a guy who's looking for some fun," you say with a smirk. "And having four well-equipped girls to keep me company would be a pleasure."

They all look at the ticket, then huddled up. Whispers were heard but from what they sound like, it sounded like good ones. Soon enough, they face you with a stern expression. The one with the headband stepped forward and grabbed the tickets from off your hands. "You got a deal~" Before she lets you wrap your arm around her shoulder. As the five of you made your way inside, you began to think in your head about how lucky your night is going to be tonight.

As you walked through the entrance, you noticed the massive crowd waiting to see the show. The lighting was dim, casting a glow over the room. The music was loud and pounding, and the smell of sweat and alcohol filled the air.

Sitting down at the V.I.P bar, Brigitte; the first of many takes a seat right beside you.

"So why are you really here?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" you respond, sweat starts to drip down your face upon hearing that. You didn't think you would go against the only muscular mommy in the room.

Brigitte leans in closer to you, her eyes scanning your face. "You know what I mean," she says, her tone serious. "Why are you really here? Do you have a special reason for coming to this place?" You feel a twinge of discomfort as Brigitte's gaze lingers on you.

You take a deep breath and gather your thoughts before responding. "Well, I'm just here for the thrill of it," you say with a smirk. "I'm not really interested in the music or the crowd. I just want to have some fun and maybe meet some new people." Brigitte nods, her eyes still fixed on you. "I guess I understand."

"Want to take a round?" you asked. "Whoever lasts the longest while drinking has to make a request that the loser has no choice but to obey."

"Heh alright, hotshot." she says, taking a swig of her drink. "But I have to warn you, I have experience."

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. "Is that right?" Brigitte grins, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Well, let's just say I've done things that you've only dreamed of." You raise an eyebrow in curiosity, intrigued by her answer. "And what kind of things?"