Inside the nightclub, I sat somewhat awkwardly.
On either side of me sat a young woman, both around twenty-three or twenty-four, heavily made-up and dressed provocatively. From time to time, they leaned in, intentionally or unintentionally, pressing against my arms.
Their eyes were alluring, their voices soft and delicate, making me feel very embarrassed.
Opposite me, Andrew Jones laughed heartily, with a mischievous look on his face.
On either side of him also sat two women, occasionally pouring drinks for Andrew Jones.
Andrew Jones acted casually, clearly a seasoned player.
I felt speechless, thinking to myself, how did this brother-in-law bring me to such a place? Is this appropriate!
Seeing my awkward demeanor, the women chuckled.
"Boss Jones, your cousin is quite handsome! Really good-looking!"
The woman on my left laughed, almost sticking herself to me.
