Leaning back on the sofa, Carlos quietly finished the red wine in his hand, then got up and headed back to the banquet.
Well... he planned to pick out some pleasing young women and married women, keep up with the trends, and try a little group activity. Hehe...
Responsibility?
There were no feelings involved, so what responsibility was there to take? With his status, as long as he did not say anything, who would dare demand that he take responsibility? Of course, it was impossible for him to pull up his pants and deny everything. He would have to give them some benefits.
What, prostitution?
How could that be? It would only count as prostitution if he gave them money. With his status, there was no way he would use Berries as a benefit. That would be far too embarrassing. In reality, it was a transfer of interests—looking after the people and forces behind those women...
Sigh... it was truly filthy. But since he had already come this far, he was not the sort to be a whore and still erect a chastity arch. He simply wanted to properly enjoy the scenery that came with his position.
Every position had its own scenery, and he would enjoy whatever scenery came with his. There was no need to be polite with what was delivered to his doorstep. It was not as if he forced men or women; everything was voluntary, and he did not force those who would not accept his conditions.
Happy days always passed quickly. The magnificent, lively, elegant, and noble banquet soon came to an end. Those who found someone they liked went off to have fun, while those who did not could only spend the night alone.
That night, Carlos also tried some group activity. Based on