Chapter 65: Give Her Everything She Desires
She got out of the car and glanced at Mo Qingchen. She could see he had no intention to co out. She slamd the door shut and glanced around at her surrounding. The street was lively with music and laughter floating in the air.
The entrance to the place was covered in graffiti. She expected it to be an abandoned industrial space or a bar, but this was neither. Seriously, it looked like she had gone back in ti.
The place looked like it was filled to the brim with mayhem.
A naked woman swung high above the bartender's head on a tallic contraption. Naked ballerinas, aerialists, and even a naked man playing the cello entertained the crowd as they piled in through the little entrance. She saw faces from the industry: models, designers, and big-shot bosses who wanted to woo Marcus.
Qian ng wasn't a prude but she hadn't expected so much nudity around her. She could only imagine what Marcus had in store. Apparently, these parties were wild. Qian ng had been to so ta ones, but Marcus was on a different psychedelic realm.
The crowd was a little rowdy and a bit over-friendly, but then again, Qian ng wasn't bothered about watching people have a good ti.
A man with painted blue skin requested to see her ID. After handing her passport, she watched as he inspected it.
He looked up with a wide smile while handing it back to her. "Goddess of tits. Marcus' Muse. I welco you." His eyes had the sa spaced-out look as Marcus.
"Thank you," she said awkwardly.
She was pulled away from the door by the throng of people. She headed straight to the bar for a much-needed drink. It was almost midnight and the urge to fully enjoy seed vital.
Damn it. She had missed partying. The lights. The people. She missed having friends she could hang out with. Just as she was about to order her drink, soone placed a hand on her ass. Instinctively her fist swung at the source, hitting the man in the jaw.
The man was dressed like a demon. It wasn't a cheap costu but an elaborately designed one. A detailed creation.
The demon rubbed his jaw. "Nice hook, angel," he winked flirtatiously.
"Fuck off, pervert." The man didn't seem deterred. Until an angel... a literal angel ca and saved her. She shooed the demon away.
"Thank you for saving ," Qian ng said sheepishly. The night had just gotten weirder.
"It is my duty, Goddess," she replied.
"I'm Qian ng." She extended her hand in greeting. The angel's smile was radiant.
"I know. We have been waiting for you to co." She took Qian ng's hand and guided her away from the bar.
As they walked, Qian ng realized that this place was designed like an old theatre. The elaborate decor and vintage wallpapers had been restored beautifully.
"Goddess!" the familiar voice yelled from behind Yun Qian ng. "I knew you would co." His arms were wide open.
Qian ng rolled her eyes and smiled despite her confusion. "A Muse must attend such occasions." Her face was serious, but her laughter rang out soon after.
"I found her before Ditsy Demon got his hands on her," the angel said.
Marcus' smile dropped. "I'm so sorry!" he yelled in aggravation. "I warned him to stay away from you until after the show."
Qian ng looked at him with trepidation. "You know that pervert?" she asked.
Marcus nodded. "Yeah. He's a cretin, but Dolly won't perform without him."
"Dolly?" she asked, noticing the lights dimming slightly.
"Yes, Dolly the Pussycat," the angel comnted but didn't offer any explanation.
"What is that?" Qian ng's voice was lowered as the crowd hushed. The man painted blue took the stage.
"You'll find out soon," he said, smirking. He grabbed a scantily dressed woman as she walked by. "Honey, this is my Goddess. Give her everything she desires." Marcus cupped her face in his palms.
The stunning blonde smirked at his words. "Of course." Her eyes landed on Yun Qian ng. "What do you desire, Goddess?" Qian ng felt a smile overtake her lips.
"A White Russian," she said without thinking. It was a bad decision, she knew instantly.
"Oh, you like it sweet and rough, do you?" Qian ng shrugged.
The room filled with an upbeat lody. The angel grabbed her hand, pulling her into the booth. As the performance ensued, her drink arrived and she found herself drinking it quickly.
The angel chuckled softly. "Sobody's thirsty," she noted with a sweet smile.
"Not really," she responded. The waitress was quite attentive. Qian ng's glass was never empty. She even brought a plate of cookies for her to snack on. The acts on the stage were erotic yet artistic.
Marcus had disappeared but Angel protected her relentlessly, not letting anyone co near her. Glancing down at the cookies, she chuckled. They were an assortnt of naughty little shapes.
She munched on a perfectly shaped penis when the scene changed. The pervert from earlier was on stage with a woman. The audience chanted and moved closer. Qian ng had a buzz going and the enchanting woman on the stage moved like a siren, beckoning her closer.
She floated closer, unable to stop herself from joining the crowd of people gathered at the foot of the stage to worship Dolly the Pussycat.
They swayed in unison, so free and uninhibited. If she could bottle this feeling and carry it along with her. Her eyes wandered the room slowly. It was so out of control that she couldn't stop herself from dancing and laughing. She was giggling like a child.
Then she felt it.
Mo Qingchen's eyes. They were on her... that much she was sure of. She knew this feeling quite well. There was nothing like it.
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