’We’re going to The Blue Inn. I booked the best seats and the strongest alcohol. We won’t be going ho sober tonight!" Clara sounded like she was already tipsy and excited.
The Blue Inn!
This bar was very popular as of late. Joanna had heard about it a long ti ago.
The Blue Inn was the place won frequented when they wanted to be entertained.
In the current era, won in the city were under a lot of stress. Those who worked, those who had failed relationships, those with children, and those taking exams... Like n, they all needed a way to relax.
When this bar was launched, it beca very popular right away. That’s why Joanna hadn’t been able to make a reservation there all this ti. She had long wanted to go there to experience what it felt like.
Without wasting any ti, Joanna walked out of the office and hailed a taxi to get to The Blue Inn.
Although it wasn’t even nightti yet, The Blue Inn was already crowded.
All the n who worked there, including the waiters, the bartenders, and the entertainers on stage, were handso guys, and they were all at least six feet tall.
The mont Joanna walked in, she was srized by all the good looking n.
The best part was that all the custors here were won. There weren’t any annoying n to ruin the fun by pestering her. On the contrary, the won were allowed to ss with the handso, six- foot-tall n.
"Joanna, over here!’1 Clara waved passionately at Joanna from the second floor where the most luxurious seats were located. She had on a shiny dress and a pair of black high heels.
Joanna was surprised. From their phone conversation earlier, it sounded like Clara was devastated. Why did she seem to be having so much fun now?
With guidance from a handso waiter, Joanna made her way to the second floor where Clara was seated.
If nothing else, the view here was great. They could see all the performances in the bar clearly.
"Joanna, you’re finally here. It’s so boring drinking on my own. I’m so glad you’re here!" Clara picked up a bottle of alcohol and handed it to Joanna.
"We are both having a hard ti with our relationships. There aren’t any outsiders here. It’s a paradise for won. We don’t have to hold back at all. We can cry, laugh, dance, and have fun with n if we want. Anyway... Set yourself free!" Clara exclaid.
Joanna looked at the empty cans and bottles nearby. She couldn’t help but sigh.
It seed that William had hurt Clara very badly. She had to drink this much to drown her sorrows away!
"Sure. I’ll drink as much as you do. Let’s get through this together!" Joanna accepted the bottle and emptied it in one go.
It might seem like she was trying to console Clara, but wasn’t she also trying to console herself?
She intentionally avoided thinking about and ntioning the things that happened recently.
She was like a cicada that wrapped itself tightly within its cocoon.
After drinking the strong alcohol, Joanna felt herself opening up...
With the scrunchies taken off, her hair flowed freely downward. She removed her jacket and tossed it aside. She was getting even more excited than Clara
The music being played in the bar was excellent, and the lighting was also splendid. Joanna and Clara, two won who weren’t faring well in their love lives, each held a bottle of alcohol in their hands. They danced fervently to the upbeat music and ignored everything and everyone else.
"Joanna, you’re not an emotionless person. I’m sure you feel sothing with Ace being gone. I’m certain you’re feeling sad right now. You want to cry and let it all out, don’t you?" Clara asked.
"Don’t think too much. Just cry to your heart’s content. All the won here cry over love, and I’m one of them. Stop pretending to be strong. It’s not wrong for won to cry!" Clara shouted amidst the loud chatter around them.
"Hahaha! I’m not sad. I’m happy. Can’t you see?" Joanna was smiling from ear to ear. She took a few more large gulps of alcohol. "That guy is like a ticking ti bomb. I couldn’t even sleep in peace with him around. Now that he’s detonated on his own, I’m no longer in danger. If anything, I should be celebrating. Why would I be sad? Co on, let’s celebrate the fact that Ace is gone for good! Cheers!"
Seeing how Joanna was nonchalant about the whole situation, Clara instantly felt she was being too petty.
"You’re right, Joanna. There are plenty of fish in the water... Look all around us. Every man in this bar is attractive. We shouldn’t be so hung up about those two rotten apples!" Clara exclaid before stopping the waiter who served them their drinks. "This bar has been very popular lately. I heard there’s a special program for won who want to be entertained. What is it?"
"Are you two interested?" The waiter smiled warmly at Joanna and Clara." That’s right. There is indeed a special performance by The Blue Inn, and that involves exotic dances by all types of good-looking n. The grand finale for tonight is a performance by one of our male escorts, Isaac!
"Countless won are here for Isaac. They’d fork out thousands just to touch Isaac, and they’d even fight each other for a drink with him. It’s... exciting, to say the least!"
"A male escort?" Joanna raised her brows. Her interest was piqued. "When does this performance start? I’d like to see what this male escort looks like!"
’You’re here at the perfect ti. The show is about to begin. Look, the won are already rubbing their palms together. They’re all fighting for the best seats!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the bar suddenly went out. After that, a single spotlight was directed at the center of the stage.
Several half-naked n with muscular figures began dancing to the music. The crowd went wild.
"Co on, Joanna. Let’s join in the fun!" Clara was already tipsy. She pulled the equally tipsy Joanna along to the performance area on the first floor.
Since the two were more aggressive, they soon made their way to the front row. They were having the ti of their lives. In fact, they even began interacting with the handso n on the stage. The won around them were all envious of them.
After several performances ended, the bar beca dark again. When the lights ca on, dry ice was released all around the stage.
A tall man in a tight-fitting white shirt, black overalls, and a black mask appeared through the mist with a microphone in his hand.
’Woah! He’s so handso! Isaac! Isaac! Isaac!" The won scread at the top of their lungs.
’Is this the male escort that the waiter talked about? How are we supposed to know if he’s good-looking with a mask on?’ Joanna asked. She couldn’t get it.
"What do you know? The mask is Isaac’s unique trait. Nobody can take it off easily!" ’We don’t care about his face. The best parts about him are his lips, his fingers, and his body. Those are qualities that make him irresistible!
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