The girl silently tidied her hair, trying to cover the scar on her forehead.
"A scumbag."
The purple-haired girl smoking answered.
She put her clothes back on, her gaze suddenly becoming somewhat indifferent.
"Look at me and just be honest, do you want to screw me?" the purple-haired girl stared at John intently, yet her tone was very calm. "Neither of us wants to work tonight."
"Need any help?"
John asked again.
"Shh~"
The purple-haired girl interrupted him, exhaling smoke.
"You think you're a hero? Asking with a savior complex is really f*cked up, though you do look pretty decent... but this city is dirtier than a toilet, and once you're in, everyone's the same... so don't look at me with those eyes."
Ding—
The elevator doors opened.
They wrapped themselves in cloaks and walked out, unceremoniously swallowed by the neon lights, soaking in the dazzling nightlife until their bodies merged into the shadows.
[Dan Street - Bolago Club]
