After making the rounds, the valuable return gifts in her spatial pouch kept piling up.
Rune stones, spellbooks, pure-gold commemorative coins...
The more of these things Jiang Han received, the more alarmed she became, and the more she doubted herself:
"Am I really a scumbag woman? Can I really live off a woman?"
Amid her tangled thoughts, Jiang Han arrived near Lilith's residence.
It was located on Rain Dew Sky Island, the most prosperous and decadently luxurious sky island in all of South City. In southern China in 1994, it was the heyday of nightclubs, lavish hotels, and an economic bubble that seemed to have infected the country from Japan. Yet in the witches' comparatively restrained world, Rain Dew Sky Island's splendor was even more dazzling and magnificent.
On the streets, beautiful witches in bizarre outfits and all manner of revealing yet alluring clothes were nearly as common as those Jiang Han had seen at the Squirrel Society.
There were also lovely, youthful witches dragging suitcases behind them, walking in uncommon high heels, their snowy legs clad in knee-high socks. Whenever a witch approached, they would greet her with a smile and, in refined tones, discreetly ask:
Would she like a perfect union that brought life to great fulfillment?
Or would she like to visit and have fun at the Little Pigeon Club where they worked?
There were beautiful witches of every race.
Even more numerous were witch wives in pairs, or witches with girlfriends, walking arm in arm with their lovely partners. They ate at private-room luxury restaurants where the minimum spend might exceed a thousand yuan, or in yurts built on lawns within the city.
Whether for food or entertainment, this was a place of supreme extravagance.
Several exquisite streets, like ribbons, looped around the sky island. They