In each corner of the room, there were armchairs made of white dragon skin, a material incredibly beautiful when observed up close. Surprisingly, despite being over 100 years old, it seemed to be in perfect condition.
"Young master, if you have any requests, just use the intercom, and we will attend to them immediately. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving," said the manager respectfully.
Luan thanked him neutrally: "Thank you, you may leave."
"Please make yourselves comfortable," added the manager before bowing and leaving the room.
As Ingrid looked around, she walked slowly to the sofa in her red high heels. Her presence was striking, especially when seen from behind. Wearing an elegant black Cheongsam with a gothic touch, the outfit highlighted her curves, revealing a small amount of skin on her legs, due to a discreet slit, and on her chest, where it was kept closed by a single button, avoiding being too revealing.
