"Artwork!"
Fletcher's gaze was glued to a waitress who was bent over, clearing the next table. His eyes followed the sway of her full, rounded backside as he murmured his appraisal.
Just then, another waitress hurried past him carrying a glass of wine. She was even more voluptuous, and her leather skirt clung tightly to her powerful leg muscles.
His eyes lit up. "This one's not bad either. Look at those curves—they're full of strength!"
"Oh, look at that one! Her stride has the rhythm of a leopard in the jungle!"
He held a glass of wine in his hand but hadn't taken a single sip. Every so often, he offered another comment. "This outfit is a stroke of genius!
It perfectly balances practicality with... practicality!"
Bang!
He suddenly tapped the table with his fist, his face showing a mixture of awe and envy as he fixed his gaze on someone diagonally ahead.
Fletcher's antics made He Xi tear his eyes away from another sight. Over there, a waitress was crouching to clean up a spilled glass, and her tight skirt traced a rounded curve that left much to the imagination.
He followed Fletcher's gaze.
A blonde waitress was weaving between several tables with a plate of grilled fish in her hands.
Her steps were steady and powerful, and the way her leather skirt flared with her movements gave her a raw, untamed beauty.
"A true work of art! A work of wild art!"
Just as He Xi wondered to himself whether Fletcher liked this type...
He heard Fletcher lower his voice, excitement and resentment filling his tone. "Damn it! Her skirt slit wasn't this high six days ago! Some lucky bastard must've 'created' her again sometime in the last few days!"
Only then did He Xi notice the rough