The night was hazy. Inside Sacramento Bar, lights flashed and music blared. Beyond the fiercely hot dance floor, a tall woman wearing a baseball cap and mask walked in and headed straight toward a figure by the bar.
"Pour me… another drink!"
"Hurry up!"
The woman, reeking of alcohol, lay sprawled over the bar, pounding the table as she shouted at the bartender.
Jian Simeng stopped beside her, sizing her up and down for a moment.
With long burgundy hair, a camisole, black stockings, and knee-high boots, she exuded a strong sense of sleaze and the scent of the night. Underneath the heavy makeup, her face retained some charm, and her figure was still well-proportioned. The key point was… she had been a model.
The bartender seemed to have lost his patience with her, taking away her glass without any intention of refilling it.
"I told you to pour more, didn't you hear me!"
"I'm sorry, Miss. Your card is maxed out. You'll need to pay cash if you want more drinks."
