Inside this enormous satellite lay a villa as luxurious as an imperial palace—or, more accurately, a castle. Its exterior blended classical and modern aesthetics, with soaring towers and exquisitely carved windows glimmering under the starlight with a mysterious radiance. The castle's interior was even more resplendent, with a dazzling Crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the hall, illuminating the entire space as brightly as day.
At that moment, in one corner of the hall, an old man in magnificent robes sat at a round table carved from rare wood, leisurely sipping tea. A group of women in sexy dancewear surrounded him, their graceful figures barely covered by a few pieces of transparent gauze and sparkling gemstones at key areas. Under the lights, their bodies appeared even more alluring, and their bold movements set the blood racing.
The old man sat by the round table, his gaze drifting over the women from time to time, a satisfied smile on his face. He seemed wholly immersed in this life of indulgence, having forgotten all the troubles of the outside world.
One of the women was particularly eye-catching. She wore an almost transparent dance outfit, with only a few strips of gauze draped over her body. Moving gently to the rhythm of the music, every turn and sway was filled with endless charm. Her eyes were sometimes dreamy, sometimes affectionate, as though she were conveying some indescribable emotion to the old man through her gaze.
This woman was Glinda, who had infiltrated the place. As the saying went, goods were valued away from home, while people were cheapened by it. The gentle goddess of the HR Alliance had no choice but to play along now, sitting in an old man's lap.
"Ho ho ho, wait for me in my bedroom later!"
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