Everyone harbored a little vanity deep down, and Greg was no exception.
Although his original plan had been to keep a reasonable distance from these major characters and avoid getting too deeply caught up in the plot, he now sat at a window-side table in the Golden Crucible's restaurant, feeling the barely concealed envy, jealousy, and even disbelief in the gazes of the other male diners.
An indescribable sense of satisfaction quietly grew in his heart.
After all, to outsiders who knew nothing of the situation, he was surrounded by three beautiful girls with very different charms, practically enjoying one on each arm.
The sight was enough to set any man his age imagining things and gritting his teeth in secret.
"Your menu, sir."
A well-trained waiter appeared at just the right moment and presented an ornately decorated leather menu to Greg with both hands.
"Okay, tha-"
Greg instinctively reached out to take the menu, but he had barely begun to thank the waiter when-
"Mmph!"
An indescribably pleasant tingling, like a faint electric current, suddenly shot through the outside of his thigh!
The sensation was gentle but precise, carrying the delicate friction unique to silk as it brushed teasingly against his skin, reaching his nerve endings through the fabric of his trousers.
The stimulation was so unexpectedly pleasurable that he nearly failed to control his throat and let out an ill-timed moan.
His body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and he immediately lowered his head to look beneath the table-
Across from him, Sylvia, seated beside Victoria, had somehow slipped off her little right leather shoe under cover of the tablecloth.
Now, her delicate foot, wrapped in thin, sheer black stockings, was slightly arched as she used the soft inner edge of her sole to smooth the fabric of Greg's trousers.