Leon spread his hands. "I think you possess a lot of resources in the circle."
When he said "resources," Leon deliberately emphasized his tone; this sentence was full of suggestion.
Speaking of resources in the entertainment industry, he certainly couldn't compare to P. Diddy.
Kardashian's big tail light was her biggest capital, and she could use this capital to exchange for any resource she wanted.
He understood in his heart that someone like Kardashian wouldn't easily let go of any opportunity.
Behind such "opportunities" often lay complex transactions, perhaps even power games surging under the surface of the entertainment industry.
For a top-tier player like Diddy, ordinary fun couldn't give him any excitement anymore, so Kardashian's deformed butt interested him very much.
Smack—
Robbie slapped away Kardashian's hand probing Leon's danger zone, declaring her sovereignty over this dick.
"Pick out your clothes, let's get out of here," Robbie said to Leon, simultaneously glaring fiercely at Kardashian.
She didn't make a sound, but anyone could read her lips: "Bitch!"
Kardashian wasn't annoyed. She still revealed that signature coquettish smile, then turned and left.
"Honey~ how long are you going to take trying things on? The party is about to start!"
Leon had been in the changing room for nearly 20 minutes, and Robbie was getting impatient waiting.
"Soon... very soon..."
Leon tried on five outfits in a row, and finally chose the "Prince" outfit that best matched Robbie.
This Prince outfit ingeniously had red underwear worn on the outside, and the sword at the waist was turned into a huge double-headed fake eggplant.
Despite this, it was already considered the freshest and most innocent set among the pile of costumes; Diddy's aesthetic was truly too perverted.
"You look perfect~"
Just as Leon walked out of the changing room, Robbie threw herself into his arms.
This is perfect?
Leon smiled wickedly and pointed to the "big sword" on his waist, instantly making Robbie blush so hard she dared not look directly at it.
The decoration in the hall wasn't as magnificent as Leon imagined; instead, every corner was filled with an absurd eeriness.
In the center of the hall was a sculpture of a kneeling banshee fountain, with water constantly gushing from her twin peaks.
The walls were hung with various famous paintings full of cult atmosphere, mostly about human body art, with no shortage of heavier themes.
For example, Francisco Goya's Saturn Devouring His Son, which frequently appears in various cannibal crime dramas.
Besides that, every corner of the hall was filled with out-of-print DVDs from the early days of studios like Woodpecker and Brazzers for guests to watch at any time.
"WTF..."
When he saw the small mountain made of thousands of bottles of baby oil, Leon was shocked speechless.
In the crowd, celebrities wearing various "fairytale costumes" were either chatting or dancing.
Some were already so high they were squatting in corners muttering to themselves.
Even so, Leon hadn't yet discovered the difference between this place and a regular orgy.
Robbie held his arm tightly and whispered, "Are you sure Beyoncé will really be here? This doesn't look like her style at all."
Leon shrugged: "Why not? Maybe she has another side. Everyone has another side."
Just as they were about to walk further, a familiar voice came from behind.
"Pretty boy~!"
Leon turned around and saw a woman wearing a Victorian-style black long dress walking towards them.
Her face was elegant, her temperament noble.
But what caught the eye more was that her "big guns" were exposed to the air like that, without any clothing covering them.
Only covered by two pieces of black tape.
Obviously, Beyoncé was playing Snow White's stepmother.
"Miss Beyoncé, you look truly stunning tonight..." Leon's eyes never left those big guns.
Beyoncé smiled and raised a finger. "Shh, I'm not Beyoncé tonight, I am the [Queen]!"
Saying this, she didn't forget to glance at Robbie dressed as Snow White.
That domineering expression seemed to say: I am your mother!
"Come on, let me introduce you to some interesting people." Beyoncé led them through the crowd towards a corner of the hall.
There was a circle of people seemingly chatting casually, but Leon recognized several superstar-level figures among them at a glance.
P. Diddy stood in the center, holding a glass of expensive champagne.
Around them, a group of men and women covering their lower bodies with only a white cloth knelt on one knee, holding trays in their hands.
They looked no different from nearly naked slaves in the Roman era.
Beyoncé walked up to P. Diddy and introduced with a smile: "Diddy, this is Leon and Robbie~ I believe you should have heard of them."
P. Diddy narrowed his eyes, looked Leon up and down carefully, and then revealed a meaningful smile.
"The white kid Jay-Z signed? The Street Jesus of Brownsville?"
He extended his right hand. "You're doing good, kid... Heard you're close with those West Coast nggas?"
This sentence seemed to carry a hint of threat.
Since Biggie was shot in 1997, the East Coast-West Coast hip-hop feud had come to an end, and the Dr. Dre and Jay-Z side had quietly reconciled...
But not with P. Diddy!
Everyone knew clearly that Tupac's death was inextricably linked to Diddy!
Because of this, the West Coast faction led by Eminem and 50 Cent had always been tit-for-tat with Diddy.
Leon felt P. Diddy's handshake was a bit forceful, so he increased his strength in response.
P. Diddy laughed loudly and patted Leon's shoulder. "Enjoy tonight, don't be restrained~ The Deep Party hasn't started yet..."
Deep Party?
Leon nodded with a smile, but felt somewhat uneasy inside.
He began to wonder what this so-called madness really was.
Before long, Diddy, dressed as Alibaba, stood in front of a giant double door in the hall, waving the fake eggplant in his hand.
Leon's heart tightened, and he involuntarily looked at Robbie.
Robbie obviously also sensed something unusual and gently squeezed Leon's hand.
"Friends who want to participate in the Deep Party next, walk through this door after I recite the spell..."
"After entering this door, please use your imagination freely and use the tools in your hands..."
"Everyone remember, behind this door are not humans... they are the guilty lambs of Sodom!"
"Play with them to your heart's content!"
Whether drunk or high, Diddy's state became more and more maniacal.
"Open Sesame!"
As Diddy recited the spell, the golden door slowly opened.
Inside was a huge Roman bath. Beside the bath were hundreds of fake eggplants and bottles of baby oil.
Dozens of men and women knelt by the bath...
Many of them looked very young and tender.
Those high society celebrities and tycoons raised their glasses and shouted excitedly, impatient to rush in and vent their desires.
Just imagining what was going to happen next made Leon, who preferred blonde big boobs, feel a wave of nausea.
The scene before him was no different from the scene of the fallen city recorded in that holy book.
There was not one righteous man in Sodom!