C1 Seduction

The air was thick with the choking odor of tobacco and wine, and the music was so moving that it awakened the deepest desires in men, and the ubiquitous physical contact was more like a poison of temptation, destroying the fragile sanity of men.

On the round stage, the Asian girl with a graceful figure was holding onto a smooth steel pipe, lifting her legs, sticking out her chest, and twisting her hips - she was doing all kinds of seductive movements. The cold metallic texture was close to her smooth and bare skin. Her seductive eyes swept across the group of men below the stage who were staring at her like hungry wolves.

She inadvertently met a pair of cold eyes. She lifted her head slowly, her right index finger resting lightly on her bright red lips. She licked her index finger with the hot tip of her tongue.

She curled her lips in satisfaction and smiled seductively. However, she frowned when she saw the man's unchanging expression. She cursed, "Boring." Then she jumped off the stage and disappeared on the chaotic dance floor.

She didn't see that the moment she jumped off the stage, her cold eyes flashed with lust.

The light in the huge private room was dim. The man was lazily leaning on the sofa with his collar slightly open, revealing his honey-colored skin. His face was as cold as the Grim Reaper in hell, controlling the reincarnation of the world, including the blonde girl who was crawling in front of him to serve him.

It was rare to see such an exquisite man in this line of work. Even if it was free, she was willing to serve him! The girl knelt in front of him. She wanted to burn him with all she had to invite him to burn with her.

However, before her body could touch the man, he kicked her away mercilessly.

"Sir?"

The girl fell to the ground and raised her head in horror. She didn't know what she had done wrong.

"Get out!" The deep and hoarse voice carried an unquestionable tone.

"Yes."

The girl reluctantly left the room. At the same time, a man in a suit walked in.

He respectfully walked to the man's side. "What instructions do you have for me, sir?"

"Go and bring in the girl who was dancing just now."

"Yes."

When the man in the suit went out, the manager of Nightingales, Tom, was already waiting outside.

"Sir, are you not satisfied with Lina?" He adjusted his glasses, and the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed his nervousness.

"Change to the Asian girl who was dancing just now."

"That's a guest." Tom was stunned. 'Sir, you actually took a fancy to a guest. What should I do?'

"That's her."

"I'll send someone to find her right away!"

The girl was sitting on a high stool in the corner of the hall, swinging her long snow-white legs. She was holding a cup of rainbow in her hand, and the gorgeous colors covered her face.

"Miss, please come with us."

The girl was surprised and then she jumped off the stool and tried to run.

However, the plan had been set. She didn't have the final say. It was easy for a group of workers to stop a little girl. One of them raised her arm and chopped down.

The man in the suit carried her into the room. The man in the room frowned unhappily.

The man in the suit understood and patted the girl on the back a few times. She slowly woke up.

What a beautiful girl!

She was even more flawless than the purest white mutton-fat jade. She was even more crystal clear than the gentlest soft jade. She was even more beautiful than the most beautiful rose petals. She was even more beautiful than the clearest crystal.

The man couldn't help but reach out to touch her face. His heart couldn't help but tremble.

So tender.