A Pleasant Feeling

Suotuo City, Drunken Life, Dreaming Death Hotel.

The name was blunt and vulgar, yet it was one of the city's finest establishments, favored most by nobles and wealthy merchants.

Its gilded sign glittered beneath the sunlight. At the entrance stood beautifully dressed greeters in revealing clothes, smiling before they spoke, their flirtatious glances enough to steal one's soul.

Dai Mubai was a regular here.

The moment he reached the entrance, the sharp-eyed manager hurried over with a beaming smile, bowing so deeply his waist nearly touched the ground. "Young Master Dai, you're here! Please, come in. The Imperial Hall you always reserve has been kept for you!"

Dai Mubai merely grunted through his nose in response, casually tossing over several Gold Soul Coins with the practiced air of someone bestowing charity from on high.

The manager caught them in a fluster, his smile turning even more ingratiating as he bent low and led the way.

The Imperial Hall was decorated with the utmost luxury.

Thick velvet carpets covered the floor, priceless oil paintings hung on the walls, and crystal chandeliers cast a dreamy glow. The air was filled with the mingled scents of expensive incense and fine wine.

Several slender young women in sheer gauze dresses had already been waiting inside. The instant Dai Mubai entered, they fluttered around him like butterflies among flowers, speaking in sweet, gentle voices as they offered wine, massaged his shoulders and legs, and did everything possible to please him.

Dai Mubai greatly enjoyed this feeling.

He reclined halfway on the soft beast-hide sofa, narrowing his eyes as he let those soft, fragrant bodies press close to him.

One hand held a crystal cup containing gently swaying amber liquor, while the other brazenly stroked the smooth thigh of a young woman beside him.

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