Under the light, Lilac Serval possessed an allure different from other women; her beauty was intoxicatingly poisonous.
After finishing a cigarette, she stubbed it out and didn't light another.
She watched the people in the bar come and go.
A wave of intoxication assailed her; her head began to ache faintly, and she couldn't help but rub her forehead.
Lilac Serval was incredibly stunning, just like a startling ray of light, impossible to ignore.
A few men in their thirties or forties cast occasional glances her way.
Seeing her alone, their desires were aroused even more.
"Sister Serval, quit drinking continuously, have some fruits. Let me peel an orange for you," Small Eleven picked up an orange from the fruit plate.
"Small Eleven, you're very kind," Lilac Serval was quite fond of this young boy.
Innocent and inexperienced, he had entered the workforce straight after graduating from high school.
It was heartbreaking.
