As the men chatted and drank, the show below quickly began.
The first performance of the night.
Bathtub.
As soon as it started, Lin Chu noticed the atmosphere in the private room had fallen silent.
Everyone's attention was captured by the light and shadow effects on stage, as well as the dancers' graceful figures.
Lin Chu watched as well. It was hard to describe the feeling, but if he had to, it would be a single word—itch.
An inner itch.
His mind even started automatically supplying background music.
—Come on, let's get wild, we've got all the time in the world.
The choreographer definitely had a great sense of aesthetics and a deep understanding of men.
Lin Chu lit a cigarette and watched with an appreciative eye through the curling smoke.
A sugar-coated bullet.
This truly was a sugar-coated bullet.
It sparked a primal desire from deep within.
