The skin shimmered under the light, with a faint pinkish glow.
A head of golden hair, and a pretty face. It was originally an intriguingly enchanting body.
However, perhaps in comparison, it was not so stunning anymore.
Leonard Churchill glanced a few times, without any ripple of emotions.
When the clothes were stripped off, the expression of Miss Catherine Carter recovered to indifference in an instant.
No sense of shame, only cold indifference and a boiling murderous intent.
...
"As you wish! I have taken off my clothes!"
Catherine Carter spoke coldly and brought up her own stake, "One more round! If I win, I'll take the key immediately! If I lose, I won't interfere with any of your Flood Gang business!"
Sophia Jones agreed willingly, "Alright!"
Today's matter must certainly have a conclusion.
There's no point in saying anything else.
Two naked women began a new round of gambling.
For a moment, the VIP room blossomed with the aura of spring.
This is the last round.
