Hancock hesitated, then lifted her head and resolutely chose to keep dancing.
She would rather have her feet pierced than strip naked for these filthy, disgusting men to "admire."
"Wait!"
Disappointment flashed in Saint Basande's eyes. He gave a dissatisfied snort and pointed imperiously at Hancock's feet. "Take off your shoes."
"Yeah, that's more like it."
The Celestial Dragons beside him joined in, egging her on.
Hancock did not hesitate. She had already braced herself to be injured. As long as these people did not see her naked, the pain meant nothing to her.
Hancock bent down slowly. Even that simple movement made Saint Basande's breathing grow heavy.
She was only fifteen, but she already had a captivating figure. As she crouched, her rounded hips faced Saint Basande, and he could even make out their graceful curve.
Saint Basande panted, his eyes wide. Every Celestial Dragon present fixed their gaze on Hancock.
Their shrill cheers chilled Hancock's heart even further. Hatred glinted in her beautiful eyes, while tears of humiliation welled up in them.
Hancock took off her high heels and stood back up.
An untold number of people sighed in disappointment. The sight of her bending over had left many of them transfixed.
She tossed her shoes aside and glanced back at Saint Basande. "Can I dance now?"
Hancock's voice was cold, and her eyes held boundless humiliation and resentment. Yet that only made Saint Basande's desire to conquer her stronger.
Hancock had delicate brows, bright eyes, snow-white skin, cherry-red lips, and a dainty nose. Her slightly upturned pink mouth carried the faintest hint of a sneer.
That single glance sent Saint Basande's heart leaping into his throat before it thudded back down.
He was disappointed, but delighted too. This proud, defiant beauty only excited him more. Saint Basande