A freak-off?
Just hearing this name made Leon sit straight up from the sofa in shock.
In the urban legends he had heard, this was the craziest, most bottomless orgy in America.
Those invited by P. Diddy were, without exception, the most influential stars in the sports and entertainment worlds.
Receiving an invitation meant Leon had already touched the threshold of the core of the New York entertainment circle.
Celebrities, beauties, indulgence, revelry...
For a man, it was hard to think of any reason to refuse.
But the only problem was whether it would be appropriate to take his girlfriend to such a party.
After pondering for a moment, Leon chose to refuse. "Forget it, man... Robbie and I are going to perform at a radio station tomorrow night."
"You don't seem to have the option to refuse."
"Why?"
"Because Miss Beyoncé specifically asked for your attendance..."
Fxxk.
Leon fell into a state of confusion. Sister-in-law invited him to an orgy, so why did she also require him to bring his girlfriend?
Did Sister-in-law want to engage in some exciting activities?
But Beyoncé's request was really hard for him to refuse.
His current status at Roc Nation was half due to his cheat and half due to Sister-in-law's favor.
Moreover, Jay-Z was P. Diddy's guide on the investment road, so naturally, Beyoncé was also a sister-in-law figure.
With Beyoncé present, no matter how decadent the party was rumored to be, nothing untoward should happen.
"It's just an urban legend anyway... can it really be that exciting?"
"I don't believe it."
The next day, Leon and Robbie departed from New York, accompanied by the little assistant Bonnie.
The destination was Los Angeles.
Although P. Diddy made his fortune in New York, he spent at least half the year not living there.
He frequently traveled between Los Angeles and Miami, owning luxury mansions in both cities to satisfy his perverse party needs.
Actually, P. Diddy's lecherous nature was an open secret in the circle.
The first line of Kesha's TiK ToK paid tribute to him, a thorough party maniac surrounded by women every day.
On the plane, several questions hovered repeatedly in Leon's mind.
Did Kesha and P. Diddy have a fling?
Did the Beyoncé couple have any experience with multiplayer sports with P. Diddy?
Maybe these questions could be answered at the upcoming party.
P. Diddy's mansion was located in the famous wealthy district of Holmby Hills in Los Angeles. The huge villa was as magnificent as a palace.
In front of the main building, there was a lawn and an extremely wide swimming pool.
In front of the gate was a dedicated parking area, filled with various luxury cars.
Those coming in and out of here were either famous local tycoons or the cream of the crop in the music industry.
Leon held Robbie's hand and was just about to enter the mansion when he was stopped by two tall black bodyguards.
"Names."
"Leon Smith, Margot Robbie."
The security guard took out his phone and checked carefully, then his attitude flipped immediately: "Welcome, distinguished guests. Please follow me to the changing room first."
"Changing room? I don't quite understand what you mean."
"The theme of Diddy's party this time is Fairytale World... According to the requirements, every guest must change into specific costumes to enter."
Leon nodded. So far, everything seemed normal.
Americans are keen on hosting parties with various themes, and Fairytale Kingdom is also a popular option among them.
Led by the bodyguard, he and Robbie walked into a separate house next to the villa, which was piled with all kinds of strange and novel costumes.
"WTF..."
Only then did Leon realize that the so-called Fairytale World wasn't that simple.
In the famous fairytale character Pinocchio's suit, the long nose was replaced with a fake eggplant.
A set of medieval royal daily wear was entirely made of transparent nylon material, with a sign next to it reading "The Emperor's New Clothes."
This wasn't a fairytale; this was clearly a dark fairytale...
Just as Leon was immersed in these astonishing designs, Robbie had already chosen her clothes.
She was holding a white princess dress, obviously the costume belonging to Snow White.
Leon asked puzzledly, "Didn't you say you hated Snow White the most?"
Robbie spread her hands helplessly: "This seems to be the only outfit here that looks normal~"
Leon took the clothes and looked. At first glance, this outfit did seem quite normal, but upon closer inspection, he found the trick on the side.
The side cut of this dress adopted the design of a cheongsam, with the slit going all the way up to the waist.
It wasn't hard to imagine that if Robbie walked in this dress, just taking slightly larger steps would risk a wardrobe malfunction.
But fortunately, this was still within an acceptable range. Many women wore something similar in scale on the red carpet to grab attention.
Just then, a woman happened to walk out of the changing room.
Bewitching makeup, a deformed waist created by long-term corseting... plus tail lights as big as millstones.
It was Kim Kardashian, who had become popular across the US thanks to a "celebrity sex tape" and Keeping Up with the Kardashians.
They had met at the MTV Video Music Awards not long ago.
Kardashian was stepping on 18-centimeter transparent high heels, wearing a dance dress full of holes.
The positions of those holes were extremely particular, just a little bit away from exposing important body parts.
Obviously, she was playing Cinderella.
Click-clack—
Kardashian's high heels made a crisp sound on the ground as she walked towards Leon.
A smile squeezed out on her face full of technological elements. "There's a risk in wearing this outfit."
"I just saw seven nggas take away the dwarves' clothes."
Looking at Leon and Robbie's awkward expressions, Kardashian covered her mouth and laughed. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Leon... Street Jesus of Brownsville."
"You know me?" Leon scratched his head. He recalled they had indeed met, but never spoken.
At this time, Kardashian suddenly brought her face close, her vermilion lips about to touch Leon's chin.
"Of course~ You and Bruno Mars have been the biggest focus of the entertainment industry recently."
"Miss Cardi B, including Miss Robbie beside you... I heard they were all made famous by you."
"Oh my God, being your girlfriend must be so blissful~"
This woman's body not only had a strong perfume smell but also a special, indescribable scent.
That was the smell of hormones.
Even though Leon had a bad impression of Kardashian—this woman could sell everything for fame...
It couldn't be denied that she was indeed a walking succubus.
Greedy, selfish, shameless, unscrupulous...
An out-and-out incarnation of American desire.
The corner of Leon's mouth rose as he said, "You flatter me, Ms. Kim... Cardi became popular entirely due to her own efforts; I just played a guiding role."
Just as he finished speaking, Kardashian actually pushed her luck even further.
She took another step forward, her bulging "big guns" pressing tightly against Leon's chest.
Shxt... what is that?
Leon looked down and saw the other party's hand was already probing towards his danger zone.
Kardashian parted her red lips lightly, her eyes flowing with emotion almost dripping water. "I work very hard too... so can you produce a record for me?"
Leon could completely see Kardashian's ambition.
This girl wanted to succeed too much.