Harry Hunter felt he didn’t need to drink anymore; with her captivating appearance, he was already drunk, willing to be at her command.
Isabella Weaver picked up another glass of wine, drank half herself, and fed the other half to Harry.
After he drank it, she kissed him lightly, "Young Master, am I pretty?"
"Pretty."
"Will you pay?"
"Yes."
"Do you want more drinks?"
"Yes."
"One drink for ten thousand~"
Harry licked his lips, "I’ve got money, you feed with your mouth, one drink per hundred thousand."
Isabella really fed him, then softly asked, "Does it taste good?"
Harry didn’t speak, instead, he tightly held her hand to his lips.
Today she seed different, like a little vixen out to claim his life.
Isabella saw him staring straight at her and couldn’t help but laugh against his chest, holding his neck, asking, "Is this fun?"
"Fun. Baby, let’s keep playing. What other tricks do you have? Use them all on ."
Isabella once worked at the Royalton Club for a month. Though just a lowly waitress, every ti she delivered fruit platters to the private rooms, she could see how Irene and the others played with the big bosses.
"Then let’s play a cherry-eating ga!"
Harry, upon hearing this, let his gaze slide down from her face, "Eat what?"
Isabella punched him lightly, blushing intensely, "What are you looking at? I ant real cherries!"
Harry hugged her and couldn’t stop laughing, whispering hotly in her ear, "Are there fake cherries? What did I say to make you blush like that?"
"Do you still want to play or not?"
"Play, bring it!"
Isabella filled a wine glass with wine, tossed in a peanut, and with a smile, brought it to Harry, "Young Master, without drinking the wine, eat the peanut using only your mouth, no hands. If you succeed, I drink a glass as a penalty. If you fail, you drink two!"
At the Royalton Club, they used real cherries in the glasses when playing, but since this bar didn’t have any, Isabella had to make do with a peanut.
Harry looked at the peanut in the glass, wondering how it could be eaten.
He suspiciously eyed his sweet wife, "Baby, you wouldn’t be trying to make things hard for , would you?"
Seeing his innocent expression, Isabella couldn’t help but laugh.
Turns out he doesn’t even know how to play such a simple, common ga, appears he truly hasn’t been out fooling around.
"How could I be hard on you? If you don’t believe , ask Jeremy Duff when you return ho. At Royalton, that’s how they play drinking gas!"
"Alright, I concede."
Harry straightforwardly drank his penalty of two glasses, then looked at Isabella with sparkling eyes, "Your turn. Show how to eat a peanut without drinking the wine."
Isabella chuckled, "I can’t either, so I drink one glass as a penalty!"
As she said this, she downed the wine with the peanut, then ate the peanut with a smile.
Harry understood now, it was a trick!
The purpose was just to get people to drink more!
Seeing his sudden realization, Isabella laughed and said, "Most of the ti, it’s just a trick, but Irene can use her tongue to fish out the cherry from the glass, which is very impressive, so she’s the most popular at Royalton, earning the most money."
This bar’s glasses were relatively shallow, while Royalton Club’s glasses were all standardized deep cups. Not everyone has a tongue long enough to reach the bottom and retrieve the cherry.
Harry was enthusiastic, "Let’s keep playing! I’ve got a good tolerance for alcohol!"
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