Twenty was always an age of youthful restlessness, and no matter what country they came from, people liked to use alcohol to conceal the deepest desires in their hearts.
At that moment, several alluring women sat on a sofa on the second floor, where they had a clear view of the scene downstairs.
"Betty, see anyone you like?"
The blonde woman at their head licked her lips, her gaze sweeping over the many young men below.
She could feel quite a few furtive gazes falling on her. Dressed in a black low-cut evening gown, she was absolutely lethal to boys their age.
"Someone I like?"
The woman called Betty had long, smooth black hair. She wore a deep-red evening gown that made her look noble and vibrant.
Her gaze swept around the room before settling on two tall boys in a corner of the first floor.
One of them looked completely ordinary. Wearing black-rimmed glasses, he looked like a reporter who had wandered out of a newsroom. One look at him, and she knew he would be boring.
But the other, an Asian youth, had sharply carved and well-defined features. His handsome appearance and aloof demeanor made the woman unconsciously rub her thighs together.
"I think this young man is pretty good."
The woman extended a slender finger and pointed at Jino.
"An Asian? Betty, when did you change your tastes?"
Just as Black people were despised on the other side of the ocean, Asians in free America actually held an even lower status than Black people.
"I think he's special, isn't he?"
Betty ignored her companions' teasing.
A playful smile curled her lips as she raised one finger. "Give me one minute. I'll take down that Asian boy!"
As she spoke, Betty slowly rose to her feet. Swaying her