Before Chloe Simpson fell down, she saw a young man holding a stick standing behind her.
Then, she completely lost consciousness and fainted.
In room 9099, Lucas Hughes was completely drunk.
He was having a great time.
"Sir, I've been in this line of work for many years, and really, I've never seen a man as strong and vigorous as you. Rest assured, I will take good care of you."
"How about we play a good game? The hottest cosplay at the moment, hmm? Hehehehe!"
"Sure, let's do it! I thought you were an innocent little white flower, but I didn't expect you to be so flirtatious in private."
"Of course, I'm an innocent little white flower, just one that hasn't been in a relationship, not some naïve little white flower."
"Hmph, slut!"
With a snort, Lucas Hughes watched as the woman somehow changed into a new outfit.
A pure white lace outfit, almost see-through when worn.
Every movement was like a tantalizing glimpse, making one's heart itch.
