"Right! Brilliant! Brilliant! Brother Harry, you're truly a brilliant man! Fucking spot on!! Come on, let's have a drink together!" Samuel, upon entering the private room, immediately became excited, grabbed a beer bottle, and took a swig.
At that moment, the accompanying hostesses began filing in one after another. These women were all dressed flamboyantly, with varying figures, looks, outfits, hairstyles, and temperaments. Some wore extremely revealing clothes, their barely-there miniskirts almost exposing their thongs, their chests squeezed tightly, their snow-white, plump breasts swaying.
Each woman carried a purse and wore a shiny badge around her waist.
"Good afternoon, distinguished guests! We're delighted to serve you!" The ten women, upon entering, immediately bowed in unison to Harry and Samuel, greeting them in sweet, chirpy voices.
