"I think I can do it too!"
Father Tony was infected by Tom's words.
After accidentally stumbling into that underground bar for n only, they had completely given up on the Red Light District.
But by contrast,
the vast city of New York offered them so few choices.
It was either call for a door-to-door service or take the initiative.
The forr was too expensive...
As for the latter, that was happening right now.
Father Tony and Tom exchanged glances, both sporting the sa mysterious smile.
"I think we're wearing too many clothes."
"That's why I've already started taking mine off."
"You know, it's damn exciting."
As the words fell,
Father Tony and Tom each started looking for their targets.
This was a reckless party.
People clapped for love and sang praises for freedom.
If mutual attraction was there, then everything was okay.
Although the party hadn't officially started yet and the host hadn't appeared, quite a few n and won had already gathered in huddles, whispering amongst themselves.
Tom was bolder than Father Tony.
He quickly got mixed up with three white won, occasionally telling them spicy jokes that made them giggle continuously.
He was just one step away from scoring.
And Father Tony too began to look for his own prospect.
He walked up to a white woman smoking a cigarette, and briskly swept his hair back from his cheeks as he said, "Hello, I'm Tony. Interested in making a new friend?"
The woman blew a smoke ring and said with disdain, "I'm not interested in getting to know so old guy who could be my father. Try hitting on soone else."
Father Tony's eyelids twitched wildly.
Are the elderly not entitled to love nowadays?
He snorted coldly and turned away.
Young people are so shallow...
But what followed...
Father Tony was dealt a harsh reality check; none of the younger won were interested in him, citing his age as the issue.
Even though the party was unconventional,
most people's preferences remained conventional.
Father Tony was left with no choice but to sit lonely in a corner of the sofa, watching enviously as his good pal Tom was already surrounded by arms,
"If I were twenty years younger, I'd definitely be more popular than Tom."
His tone was sour.
Envious and resentful.
He couldn't help but think bitterly, "I was too hasty this ti. Next ti, I'll definitely dye my hair, get a facelift, put on so makeup, and maybe even change my na. Then I refuse to believe I still can't get with these younger won."
"Damn it, Tom was right."
"We should have made them divorcees."
It has to be said,
the longer Father Tony followed Tom, the more thoroughly his faith seed to erode.
This shaless thought had only deepened in Father Tony's mind after a re suggestion from Tom.
He even had an action plan ready.
But just then, Father Tony suddenly noticed so strange symbols on the walls and the ceiling of the party.
They looked a bit like the eyes of so animal.
But the pupils were very large, and the eyelids looked incredibly deep.
Empty and vast.
At once, Father Tony frowned and began to recall carefully.
"I feel like I've seen this pattern sowhere."
"It's sowhat similar to the Veda Sect... but not quite, the Veda Sect uses the hexagram, and it's not the Satanic Cult either."
"Am I overthinking it? Is it just that this type of party is weird?"
His instincts as a clergyman told Father Tony that there was sothing abnormal about this place.
But ironically, he couldn't pinpoint what was off.
And as for cult organizations in New York, there were only those people from the Veda Sect. Now that the Veda Sect was completely done for, it couldn't possibly be so other Cult organization, could it?
Father Tony shook his head secretly, "I'm really overthinking it. What kind of Cult organization would throw a party like this? If that were the case, its mbers are having too good a ti."
The temptation of getting it for free every day could not be resisted by just anyone.
Thinking to himself,
Father Tony watched as Tom took two Caucasian won to the corner and quickly began to undress.
His technique was extrely skilled.
He clicked his tongue in amazent.
"I was wondering how he got the invitation so fast, turns out he's a regular..."
Suddenly.
The lights on the party's ceiling flickered.
The spotlight focused on one point.
A woman clad in a black mink coat, with heavy makeup, sashayed over.
She looked to be around forty years old.
But her makeup was well done, giving her an exceptional charm.
"Ladies and gentlen, this is our eightieth party this year, but I have so bad news. From now on, our parties will be held under a real-na mbership system."
"If you all still want to continue attending the parties, to enjoy freedom and happiness, you can choose to join us."
As she spoke, the woman extended her index finger, making a shushing gesture to her lips.
All eyes were on the middle-aged woman.
Father Tony included.
He thought to himself while watching, "Join as a mber? Is it that upscale?"
Only Tom in the corner was diligently at work, not wishing to spare any attention.
The middle-aged woman noticed there were two new faces in the crowd, her eyes carrying an unexplained aning.
Especially lingering on Father Tony for a second.
She said, "It seems we have so fresh faces at our party, won't you introduce yourselves?"
Upon hearing this,
The rest turned to look at Father Tony.
As for Tom, who was hard at work, it didn't seem like he had ti for any self-introductions.
With so many eyes on him, Father Tony coughed awkwardly and said, "Mm... my na is Tony Keanu Reeves, I'm a priest from the North Brook District, if there are any followers of the church here, you can find for a deeper conversation."
The crowd burst into laughter at that statent.
The middle-aged woman, barely holding back her amusent, said with an indistinct tone, "Hello Father Tony, although I am not a church follower, I think we can have a deeper conversation."
At that mont,
Everyone showed a hint of intrigue.
They didn't know much about the organizer of the party, but they were aware she was very wealthy, a definite rich widow.
But to their surprise, she seed interested in an elderly man of only sixty.
Wasn't this a bit too much?
Father Tony was ecstatic, realizing the woman had that kind of taste...
"Let's go, let's have that talk right now!"
He couldn't wait.
The middle-aged woman gave a mysterious smile, then took Father Tony by the hand and led him to a room upstairs at the party.
anwhile, Tom was still buried in his hard work.
A few minutes later,
Upstairs...
Father Tony had already stripped off his clothes. He lay on the bed, face full of excitent, watching the middle-aged woman slowly slide off her dress.
She gave a small smile and let her dress fall completely.
"You can call Emily."
Father Tony replied absentmindedly, "Mm-hmm, nice to et you, Emily, let's get started right away."
Emily nodded and turned her back to him, beginning to unfasten her strapless.
But just as she turned,
Father Tony's face beca extrely animated.
He saw on Emily's back, an eye pattern.
And finally, he rembered what that eye pattern stood for.
"Umm... I almost forgot to bring a condom, let get so from my friend, just wait for a mont," he stamred.
With her back to him, Emily said in confusion, "There's no need, I'm on my safe period today."
Father Tony quickly got dressed and said, "No, no, no... I'm sick... I might infect you."
Upon hearing this,
Emily's face turned green...
Seducing Father Tony had just been a chance encounter, but her intentions were not simple, yet she hadn't expected this doddering old man to be carrying a disease...
Really?
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