The restless night soon passed.
Early the next morning, Sakura and Artoria returned hand in hand, reeking of alcohol.
Clearly, they had taken those two thousand four hundred dollars and thoroughly experienced the decadent nightlife of capitalism.
"Damn it! How much did you two drink? You're practically fumigating me to death. Go brush your teeth and take a bath." Allen complained, pinching his nose.
"Hehe! Not that much, just a few dozen glasses. A lot of idiots kept buying us drinks for free, trying to get us drunk one glass after another. A few of them even tried to drug us. But in the end, they drank until they threw up, while the two of us were completely fine. You weren't there, so you didn't see the looks on everyone's faces. It was absolutely wonderful." Sakura wore a gleefully malicious smile.
With her physical quality, let alone a few glasses of alcohol and a few drugged pills, even if all the water on Earth were turned into pure alcohol and hallucinogens and she drank it all, she would not suffer the slightest adverse reaction.
Those people trying to take advantage of them were doomed to accept their bad luck.
As for those who had tried to get handsy, they were probably lying in a hospital now, preparing for lower-body removal surgery. They could only live as women for the rest of their lives.
Realizing what this little witch had done, Allen could not help sighing softly. "Sigh... You've really learned some bad habits."
"Sorry..."
Artoria was clearly thin-skinned and immediately looked embarrassed.
Although the nightlife had let her experience the thrill and joy of indulgence for the first time, she still subconsciously believed that desires were things that ought to be restrained.
"No, it's nothing. You don't need to apologize.