Marek Hollowmere shot to his feet in fury, slamming his palm against the table with a thunderous crack.
"Kael Nightcrest, someone like you doesn't deserve to share a meal with us. Pay your debt and get out!"
Selene watched the chorus of mockery grow louder, her smile deepening with satisfaction.
She lifted a bottle of rare aged spirits—a limited vintage from the northern territories—and poured ten generous glasses.
"Kael, I understand that asking a wolf who runs deliveries for scraps to produce forty thousand on the spot is quite the challenge."
"Considering the fact that I once protected you, I'll give you one more chance."
With that, she placed her high heels on the stone bench and gestured with her chin towards the ten glasses of strong liquor.
"You have two choices."
"One, kneel down and lick my feet, admitting in front of everyone that you're nothing but a pretentious good-for-nothing."
"Two, down these ten glasses in one gulp, then slap yourself ten times."
"If you do either one, I'll settle the 40,000 yuan debt for you. Fair enough, right?"
Whistles and applause erupted simultaneously in the private room.