"Let me take you to meet Amar and some other young masters. They are all sitting on that couch over there." Merry pointed at a cluster of sofas in the center where young men were sprawled with beauties in their laps.
Damn, that's really a good way to live. I might have been jealous if I had seen that scene a few weeks ago, but now it seemed like a degraded version of my life with those two beauties by my side. The four of us walked together, and the young people's eyes soon turned to us.
Assuming I managed to tell apart the amusement girls from the rich people, there were six male guests, three females, and seven amusement girls. I know the number doesn't add up, but it's not because one of the girls was lesbian. One guy was a true man of culture, having two girls hug him.
I only recognized one tanned bearded guy, namely Amar.
