John and his companions sat quietly in the room, observing the scene below.
The maid remained by their side, showing no particular reaction.
Meanwhile, the two scantily clad girls who had been kneeling on the floor smartly came over to John and Dark Fox.
The door opened again, and a sunny, handsome boy entered, kneeling next to Silver Tear.
He seemed to understand exactly what she wanted with just a look, as if he could read her mind.
Silver Tear took the juice he handed her, thinking to herself how truly decadent this place was.
Some things here didn't need to be spoken; a mere glance was enough, no wonder so many wished to indulge themselves here.
But...
Because they were guests, they could sit here comfortably.
Had they been in any other role, they might have been the ones kneeling on the floor, serving others.
In this place, if you have power and status, you revel in decadence.
