Calvin found himself standing in front of the gates of the House of a Thousand Thrusts.
He was too close to the gates that the plaque above him couldn't be seen, but it was obvious that the establishment in front of him was the House of a Thousand Thrusts due to the fact that the walls were painted with naked bodies intertwined with each other.
Depicted on the walls were all sorts of debauchery.
Other than the House of a Thousand Thrusts, where could he possibly be?
"C-Calvin..." A soft whisper came from behind him.
It was a feminine voice that sounded familiar.
"Thankfully, you appeared close to me."
As expected, it was Christine Allana.
But there was a pale look on her face as if she had just seen a ghost.
"Calvin. I-I..." Christine hesitantly said.
"What's going on?" Calvin asked in concern.
"Look..." In the end, she decided that it was better to show than to tell.
