Flora felt a chill as her body was stripped bare, her trembling grew more intense. She didn't know how to face what was about to happen.
At this point, no one could save her.
Rosaline glanced at Flora's underwear and couldn't help but laugh, "Wow, I didn't expect auntie to be so lustful. No wonder I could smell your lewdness from far away. This underwear, what's the difference between wearing it and not wearing it?"
The "clothing" on Flora's body could hardly be called clothing; it was just a few strings.
Flora knew how to control a man's heart. Aside from showing him enough respect in public to make him feel like he was her everything, she also had to satisfy him in bed.
Flora was elegant and dignified outside, but at night, when she was in bed with Ghiovani, she was completely different.
Men are carnivorous animals. Relying solely on a woman's aloof appearance can only attract him for a moment. To make him obsessed for a lifetime, a woman's skills in bed have to be strong.
