212 The power of confidence (1/2)

The suited man eyed him up and down for a moment, then shook his head as he sneered and looked away.

Ben narrowed his eyes. ”Go check your list. Like I said, we're on it.”

The doorman wanted to ignore him, but when he observed Ben's confident body language, he restrained himself, because he knew there were some patrons who attended this club who he couldn't afford to offend. While Ben didn't look like one of them, his assertive posture gave the experienced doorman the impression he wasn't lying. ”What's your name?”

Ben smirked. ”Benny BeVito...+3.”

...

The doorman gave the list a casual glance through thinned eyes, thinking if this brat was lying to him, he'd have the bouncers to throw his ass down the street for good. A moment later though, he blinked…because there it was!

He stared at Ben for a few moments…before opening the velvet rope. ”All right.”

Ben turned his head to his three friends, and smirked as he waved them over. Seeing everything that was happening, they gawked in disbelief. Yet, they soon joined Ben as they all walked inside through the dimly-lit entrance.

”Yo cuz! How'd you do that? You threaten the nut-tap?”

”Teach me the divine curse…”

”Sigh…Benjamin, I hope you didn't offer him too much of yourself.”

”SHUT UP!” Ben just got these bastards in but he wished he left them outside now…

As for how he did it? It was with an item he picked up a while ago.

[List Modifying Pen(Consumable, Uncommon) x1 - Add something to a written list nearby with a mental command]

'It was useful at last.' Ben chatted with his friends while pretending it was his personal charm though...

However, all their attention was soon captured by the posh interior of the club they entered. It was simply opulent. With big eyes, everyone looked around, as blasting dance music became louder with each step further inside. What greeted them was expensive leather and suede furniture, chandeliers, and staff in suits. There was an exotic, other-worldly vibe too, due to the Red neon lighting that colored the air and the walls. Yet, what was most eye-catching, was the clientele.

The further they went in, the more people they ran into, and the more shocked they became. Every single woman was beautiful, and every man was handsome and tall! They towered over Ben! It forced him to experience a certain fantasy: 'I'm among true six-clawed dragons and phoenixes!'

It wasn't something that pleased him though. Instead, like suffering under a dragon aura, it made him feel nervous, like he didn't belong here!