A gust of air from the air conditioner maliciously lifted the hem of her evening dress, which had a narrow collar and a deep slit, scattering her neatly arranged hair. Her enchanting aura instantly spread, causing the doorman to pause in astonishment.
She instinctively tucked the hem, walking into the bar unhurriedly. At that moment, the dazed doormen finally reacted, greeting her with smiles as they led her to the front row sofas by the stage.
Seated there already were a few multimillionaires, seemingly waiting for this alluring woman to arrive.
"White Rose, you're finally here. We've been waiting for you a long time."
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a fat head and slightly bloated body smiled as he spoke, but his eyes were fixated on the beautiful legs of the woman known as White Rose.
White Rose sat quietly, her elegantly rising and falling curves leaving people wishing for more.
