Night Splendor Club
In an opulently decorated private suite, the deafening beats of the DJ filled the air as a group of heavily made-up, overweight older women partied freely with a bunch of young, fresh-faced boys.
Lv Zhao, dressed in bell-bottoms with two glow sticks hanging from his head, was desperately trying to show off.
One of the older women, her excitement apparent, pulled him over and began groping him. Her fetid breath was unbearable as she started planting messy kisses on him.
Lv Zhao was long accustomed to such scenarios. He played along, coy and submissive, every gesture and glance feigning a bashful charm.
These women weren't the easiest to please, but they paid well. Nowadays, he could at least earn a five-figure tip in just one evening.
"Sister Hu, let's drink some more! Don't you want to see me dance?"
"Heh, heh, I'm just worried you'll run out of stamina and be useless later."
"Sister Hu, do you doubt my abilities?"
