Mystic Bar, a big guy dressed in international brands walked into the bar surrounded by a few girls.
"Brother Bear, why don't we play rock-paper-scissors?" A girl tugged at Black Bear's arm, smiling brightly.
Black Bear's hand roamed over the girl's body as he smiled, "Sure, let's play something special today."
"Brother Bear, what do you want to play?" The girl looked at Black Bear with a flirtatious smile.
"Strip poker?" Black Bear laughed loudly.
"Brother Bear, you're so bad." The girl pretended to be angry.
But she intentionally pulled her top down a bit, her face brimming with allure.
However, she originally thought her action would attract Black Bear's attention, but her anger soared the moment she glanced at Black Bear beside her.
Because Black Bear's gaze wasn't on her at all, but on the girl sitting in the booth.
A young woman was sitting in the booth, gracefully sipping red wine. Maybe she had something troubling her, as she seemed a bit intoxicated.
