The luxurious private room shimmered with suggestive, colored lights. Sun Zhe embraced the escort he had chosen, his courage growing with every drink he downed. Through some simple conversation, he learned her name was "Youdie." Of course, this was just a stage name for the nightclub scene. As for her real name, Sun Zhe had no interest in finding out.
Youdie was very gentle and considerate. She massaged Sun Zhe's shoulders, and every time he finished a drink, she would tenderly wipe his mouth. This made Sun Zhe feel like he was truly in love. He glanced over at Wang Feng on the other sofa and saw him passionately kissing his own escort, his hand already groping around under her short skirt.
Seeing this provocative scene made Sun Zhe even bolder. He slipped a hand into Youdie's collar, forcing his fingertips past the fabric of her tight-fitting bra to pinch the cherry within.
"Ah... Young Master Sun, don't do this," Youdie breathed, going limp in his arms with a captivating moan.
