"Young Master Watson, let me massage your legs."
"Young Master, do you want to eat?"
Watson was inside a manor. There was a huge magic crystal in front of him, playing pictures of scantily-clad beauties with information attached to them. Two tall and scantily-clad elves sat with him. They were talking to him eagerly and leaning against him.
That scene made him very uncomfortable.
"Watson, you don't need to feel so cautious here. This is the wealthy's money-squandering den in the floating city. The women are first-class, and they are very discreet. No matter what you do here, no one outside will know, so you can rest assured and enjoy it."
Casey hugged a scantily-clad woman with one arm, and his large hands wantonly swam around her body, allowing the other women to feed him red wine.
He wanted to rope Watson in. To him, there were only two ways to rope Watson into that world—money and beautiful women.
