Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm Chapter 661 - 656: Hidden Beneath the Ground of the Club

The next day.

"Is this the headquarters of the Goddess Club?"

"It looks rather unremarkable, doesn't it?"

A small, inconspicuous gray building stood outside, with three bear-shaped eyes and a handso man all looking up at the building before them.

The building was six stories tall, with exterior walls covered in dull gray cent, looking rather plain.

It's hard to imagine that the renowned "Goddess Club," famous within elite social circles, is located here.

"How would I know?" Jack Nicholson was not surprised by Leonardo and Robert Downey Jr. grumbling, because he himself was thinking of complaining.

"This is my first ti here, too."

"Let's go in. There must be sothing special inside," Martin said.

"Let's go!"

Jack Nicholson led the way, opening the large door and walking in.

The other three followed him.

What greeted their eyes was a large hall, empty except for two guards and a middle-aged, bald man who seed to be a staff mber.

"Gentlen, this is Mick Consulting Company," the middle-aged, bald man said, approaching them with a professional smile.

Martin, however, noticed that the two guards were vigilantly watching them, with their right hands ready to draw their guns at any mont.

"Mick Consulting Company? Did we get the wrong place?" Jack Nicholson scratched his head and pulled out a gray-colored card from his pocket, glancing at the address on it.

"Isn't this the place?"

Seeing the gray card in Nicholson's hand, the middle-aged bald man's face changed. The professional smile disappeared, replaced by a sincere one.

He stepped forward, quickly scanned the card, and then smiled, "Ah, it's you, sir. You should have shown this invitation first. Could you allow to check the number on it?"

"Ugh, Why must it be so troubleso? Here you go."

Jack Nicholson awkwardly handed over the card.

The middle-aged man took out a black device, scanned the card, and so information appeared on the device's screen.

He nodded, "Alright, everything checks out. The four of you are cleared. Please follow ."

The middle-aged man led the four of them to an elevator at the end of the hall and explained, "Only this elevator leads to the Goddess Club. The other three elevators can only take you to Mick Consulting Company."

Ding~!

The elevator doors opened.

The middle-aged man pressed the edge of the door and waited for Martin and the others to step in before saying to Nicholson, "You can scan the invitation on the electronic screen inside the elevator. Enjoy your ti."

He released his hand, and the elevator doors slowly closed.

"Electronic screen? Where?"

Jack Nicholson nodded, pleased with himself.

"Behind you," Robert reminded.

"Oh, I didn't notice."

"You think the guy just now recognized us? I didn't see anything unusual on his face," Leonardo asked curiously.

"Probably seen so many famous people before, or maybe he went through special training," Robert Downey Jr. said.

Just then, a "ding" echoed from the elevator.

The elevator shook and began to move.

After scanning the card, Nicholson said, "What did that guy an when he said only this elevator leads to the Goddess Club? Does it an the club is hidden in another room or on a secret floor?"

"No!" Martin spoke up. "Didn't you notice? The elevator is going down!"

"WTF?"

"Shut up, damn it!"

"Sounds like it!"

As they were talking, the elevator stopped.

Nicholson, Leonardo, and Robert adjusted their clothes and faced the elevator doors, waiting for them to open.

But Martin was facing the opposite direction. He was standing with his back to the door and looking at the inner wall of the elevator.

"What's up?" Leonardo asked.

"This is the entrance," Martin replied.

Ding~!

The inner door of the elevator opened.

Nicholson, Leonardo, and Robert quickly realized what had happened. They hurriedly turned around and followed Martin into the inner area.

As they walked, Nicholson said, "I seriously suspect that the headquarters in n in Black was based on this place."

Leonardo said, "No, I think it's the other way around. They probably drew inspiration from this place for n in Black. That movie ca out in 1997, and this place is set in 2002."

"That makes sense!" Robert nodded in agreent.

The four of them passed through a narrow corridor and soon found themselves in a grand hall.

The hall looked a bit like a bar, no, more precisely, it was a bar.

The surrounding lights were bright, and the light was enhanced by—

Robert looked up in surprise, "It's self-reflective light. How is that even possible?"

"It's simple, it uses the principle of reflective mirrors and refracted glass," a middle-aged white man walking by casually explained, before hugging his girlfriend and leaving.

Robert turned around, dazed, and asked his companions, "Did we just pass by a famous figure?"

"Fuck, that was him. We were just talking about him on the plane yesterday, and now we've t the real deal," Leonardo said, equally shocked.

"Did you notice his girlfriend? Isn't she that famous ballerina from Europe? Her na's sothing like 'Iva,' right?" Nicholson said, his surprise showing.

"Eva Gonzalez," Martin corrected.

"That's her!" Nicholson said, excited.

"By the way, guys, I can go off and hunt for prey on my own. The won here are not like those cheap, easy-to-get girls from those other clubs. You'll have to work a bit to get their attention, but of course, money will still be needed in the end."

"This sounds just like those ancient Eastern prostitutes techniques. First, they make you play mind gas, act like they're rejecting you while still showing interest, then after a year or so, you finally get to share a bed with them, and that's when the real money cos in," Martin thought, grumbling to himself.

"Alright, I'll just wander around then," Robert said.

Nicholson looked surprised. "You wouldn't, would you?!"

"No, I just don't want to betray Suzanne. I owe her too much," Robert said, frustrated.

"I admire that!" Nicholson said. "Hollywood's rare breed—the chaste man. I could never do it."

Leonardo slapped him on the back. "Cut it out, you'll be fine if you do."

"Fuck, I'd rather die!" Nicholson cursed.

"So, is this a party?" Martin asked quietly. "So, all your ti, energy, and money went into that invitation ticket?"

"Not bad. Why, is there sothing wrong with this place?" Nicholson grumbled.

"Honestly, setting aside the famous people and the glittering status, this place is still worse than Leo party from last ti. Those girls were much more charming than these artificial, awkward dancers and singers here."

"Exactly!" Leonardo replied smugly.

Nicholson said, frustrated, "Do you think everyone can just discard the glow of fa like you do? When those girls, who can only be admired from afar and never touched, are right there on your bed, how could any man not be moved? Damn it, you're surrounded by top-tier beauties, and you've already been through the test. You little pervert!"

"Exactly!" Leonardo quickly switched his stance.