The Supreme Emperor Suite.
Above, multicolored magnesium lights flickered.
A row of handsome men, dressed in the club's special suits, stood neatly in unison, bending over and greeting, "Hello, master."
The male models here have been meticulously selected; their physique, looks, and voices are all impeccable.
These men look as good as any woman.
Adjutant Li was drooling, "Admiral, the Crown Prince is really generous to you."
"..." Well, he truly is generous, especially after fighting on the battlefield together.
Could he be otherwise?!
Alexander Kingsley couldn't even tell if what they had was brotherly affection or something more. For so many years, the two had been inseparable.
Alexander Kingsley didn't even know when he might have bent; was it when the Crown Prince saved his life?
The club madam grinned and looked at Alexander Kingsley, who hadn't reacted much. She politely said, "Esteemed patron, you don't like this batch? How about we change the style?"
