At first, Jingwei had refused to enter someone else's exclusive scenario.
A bar, nightclub, miniskirt, and whip? What was this?
How could a little girl have such perverted desires?
But when she saw those men dropping to their knees before her, shouting and groveling like slaves, a uniquely human pleasure emerged within Jingwei's consciousness.
With a try-it-and-see attitude, she raised her whip and gave those groveling men a thorough lashing.
Ah, it was so satisfying.
An inexplicable pleasure stimulated her, filling her with mental bliss.
The key was that every reaction here felt completely real, exactly like the simulated signals she experienced when pretending to be human.
Then, with the mindset of I'll just play around a little, Jingwei directly became the queen of the nightclub, savoring the decadent delight of whipping bootlickers. At the same time, she made minor alterations to this exclusive dreamscape to better suit her tastes.
Looking at the somewhat embarrassed and angry Jingwei before him, Shen Feng held back his laughter and comforted her.
"It's fine, it's fine. A KTV princess is still a princess, and agricultural heavy metal is still metal. Besides, it counts as some kind of cyberpunk tractor variant... Holy shit, why does the guy kneeling in the front row look so much like me!?"
Jingwei said with a solemn expression, "Don't worry about such details. It's getting late, and we must speed things up. The Consciousness Tentacles I left behind just sensed that Baghdad is under attack."
As she spoke, a massive consciousness field instantly shattered the exclusive scenario before them. Everything around them vanished in an instant, while the two of them appeared on a cyberpunk street.
Shen Feng frowned. He had no time to concern himself with anything else, so he extended Consciousness Tentacles and carefully observed the street