"Well, it's bad luck. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Russ walked alone in the streets of the night, laughing at herself.

"I obviously can't take care of myself, but I lose my soul when I see a beautiful woman." Russ muttered to herself: "Julius, alas, sooner or later you will die at the hands of beautiful women. ”

On this special day, most of the residents of the Continent of Light choose to stay indoors to watch the replay of the martial arts tournament at the end of the day's work, and this is always the only major event in the world.

But, even on days like this, there is still a street in the Continent of Light that is quite bustling and noisy, and that, too, is where Russ often goes.

It's just that tonight, the reason for Russ to go is different from the usual reason. Russ really didn't want to do it if he could.

A bar, Russ just stepped into the door, a beautiful woman with all kinds of charms immediately stepped forward, her hand gently on Russ's shoulder, under the background of psychedelic color lights, the beauty eyes of the autumn waves, as if to seduce the soul, with a coquettish voice: "Good or bad, you haven't come to see people for so long." Do you know that people miss you very much! ”

"Haha, how can I bear to make someone sad?" Russ smiled, in fact, Russ knew very well that all this was just a joke, just an illusion, a kind of transaction, but, even so, to be able to become his lover or the other party's lover in this night, as long as he can put it in, even if all this is just an illusion, then what's the matter?

"Hmph, it's sweet in your mouth." The beauty was coquettish and snorted, but she was overjoyed.

"Alright, let's go in and sit down and open a table for you." With that, the beauty let go of the hand that was hooking Russ's neck, took Russ's hand and walked out into the crowd.

Skillfully and agilely weaving through the crowd, he quickly walked to a small table in the corner, and beckoned the waiter to come over.

Russ sat down, her back against the couch, and in a position that he thought was very comfortable, the beautiful woman sat beside Russ, her head resting gently on Russ's arm. Soon, a middle-aged man came over with a bottle of wine.

The man walked to the sofa opposite Russ, raised his eyes, and motioned for the beauty to leave, and the beauty immediately understood, kissed Russ on the cheek, and then left with a smile.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you." After the middle-aged man saw the beautiful woman leaving, he sat down with a smile, took two wine glasses, opened the wine in his hand and filled the two glasses. "Tonight, it looks like I'm going to kill you well."

Glancing at the delicate handmade Baccarat crystal bottle that was casually placed on the table, Russ knew what it was and knew its value, but in reality, Russ did not like to drink, and strictly speaking, Russ did not know how to appreciate and enjoy this bottle of cognac of the highest quality.

"Since I don't know how to appreciate it, then this kind of precious wine should be left to those who know the goods to enjoy." Russ thought so in his heart, smiled, and said, "Boss, it's just a trivial matter whether to slaughter or not, I came here tonight to ask you about something." ”

This place, for the general underworld news, is much more and more accurate than the cathedral's investigation clues, of course, this does not mean that the man in front of him is more powerful than the royal knight, but the difference is caused by the difference in position, and at the same time, the price is also expensive.

If he could, Russ was really unwilling to spend such a sum of money, and all the time, this fee had to be paid by himself, and when it came to this, Russ felt faintly distressed.

"How about a drink first?" The corners of the boss's mouth rose slightly, and his face was profound.

"I'm afraid that after drinking two glasses, I won't be calm." Russ smiled.

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In the colorful nightclub world, people are chic in it, through the psychedelic neon, to resist the loneliness and unhappiness in their hearts, no one knows the time.

In the nightclub, men and women were drunk and hazy in the confused atmosphere, and began to look for the object of catharsis loneliness.

"Ouch, what's wrong? What's so funny? The beautiful woman on the left said coquettishly.

"Nope. Come, don't get drunk tonight. Russ signaled, and the beautiful woman next to her immediately understood, and hurriedly filled the wine glass, holding it with one hand, and put it to Russ's mouth.

Dripping with joy, Russ drank the wine from the glass as if he hadn't asked or heard anything just now.

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Strictly speaking, Russ should be considered a regular customer. Under the delicate makeup, it is a face that does not match the age.

Under the influence of long-term makeup, the face and skin that were once pure and supple have long since become old.

Beauty? It's just a skin, but how many can ignore this skin and explore their hearts?

In this world, there are no options. Money? Life? Laughing at poverty or not? It's a pity that in this industry, who dares to say that they are innocent and lonely?

The woman was slightly drunk, nestled in the crook of Russ's arm, in the posture of a bird.

She herself couldn't understand why she was like this, obviously in this place, she should pretend to be arrogant to attract the attention of the guests.

Here, it's just a guest, going to bed? Or are all kinds of things, just transactions, but why do you habitually expose your weakness as a little woman next to this uncommon guest?

Perhaps, this is the norm for yourself. In fact, if you can, why should you smile and welcome others, and if you can, can you be yourself?

She is just a woman, and she also hopes that she can be loved, but even in today's society, the so-called enlightenment may be just an open-mindedness in public opinion, in fact, how many people can face up to their own profession, and how many can really not discriminate?

Don't say that the others, even most of the guests here, are in fact just a group of prostitutes who can be played with as long as they have money, one is willing to buy, the other is willing to sell, everything is based only on the transaction of money.

It doesn't matter, she doesn't care, or most of the sisters who work here, or even the sisters who work in the same class, have long been used to being stigmatized, yes, here, most people work in this industry by their own choice, but should all be respected? Life is how it is, existence is reasonable, if it is unreasonable, this industry should have been banned long ago.

The guest next to him, although he is no different from others on the surface, but, I don't know why, as long as he is around, he always has a very comfortable feeling.

There is a feeling of a lover, a feeling that should have been forgotten here, but it has been found in this person, a kind of respect......