Greenwood City, Flower Street in the western district.
As a pedestrian street at the heart of the commercial district, Flower Street was renowned throughout Greenwood City, its greatest den of extravagance.
It was home not only to gambling houses and betting stalls of every kind, but also to the red-light district.
Every day, enormous sums of money flowed through this modest pedestrian street.
The Greenwood Club.
As the largest club on Flower Street, it occupied the street's prime location and raked in a fortune every day. Yet no gang dared set its sights on it, for it had the city's defense forces behind it.
The club was filled with a chorus of feminine voices. Tall, fair-skinned women in revealing clothes moved through it, and even before nightfall, the place was bustling.
Inside a lavishly decorated private room.
A tall woman with skin so fair it seemed as unreal as milk reclined lazily on a sofa.
She had exquisite features, deep-set eyes, and long, red waves of hair spilling freely around her-an unmistakably exotic beauty.
A smile rested on her lips, and even the slightest movement or expression carried a soul-stealing allure.
Click.
A lighter sounded, and the woman gently lit a cigar. The fragrance of burning oils drifted through the air.
She took a light draw, then exhaled a seductive cloud of smoke from her vivid red lips.
"Someone stirred the divine aura this morning. Have you finished investigating? Are there other believers hiding in the city?"
The woman spoke slowly, her voice carrying a trace of huskiness.
Even her voice alone possessed an indescribable charm.
Before her, two equally shapely, beautiful women knelt on one knee and spoke with the utmost respect.
"Lady Nora, we've already checked with the organization. No other believers are stationed in Greenwood City. There