The key to the true self? A gift bestowed after guiding someone to the deepest pleasures of their heart?
So that was the essence of an invitation!
That was the first time he'd heard it put that way.
Ignoring Betty's helpful suggestion, Fu Qian fell into thought.
But understood that way, it did line up with the anomaly before him.
There was a saying about being blinded by desire, but what he was seeing went well beyond that. The two people on the bed seemed to have their bodies and minds acting separately.
So the invitation was supposed to guide you into this state? And everyone at the gathering had been like this?
But that long-haired man had clearly been different, and from what he'd said, he had an invitation too.
While Fu Qian was mulling it over, Betty had already pushed her companion aside and was giggling at him.
The man didn't seem the least bit annoyed. He continued gazing at her with fervent adoration, completely entranced.
"That was just a joke. I actually already have an invitation."
Now that he more or less understood what an invitation was, Fu Qian was still curious how Betty had figured out his situation back then.
So, faced with her enthusiastic offer, he decided to keep talking nonsense.
"No, you don't! I can feel it."
Betty shook her head with a seductive smile, though her tone was firm.
She pointed at her companion.
"Do you think you're embarrassed because there's an audience?"
"Trust me, that's just pointless hypocrisy."
As she spoke, she reached for Fu Qian's arm.
"Once you get an invitation, you'll even realize this is a meaningful act."
"Pleasure creates fascinating resonance. It's a sacred connection."
Even onlookers could resonate?
So was that why he'd been found out back then—as