Great Yin, Capital City, Jiuyou Pavilion.
Inside a supremely luxurious private room, several well-dressed foreigners with golden hair and blue eyes clearly not from around here were enjoying the sight of a few dancers gracefully moving to a melody.
Beside them, there were maids specifically assigned to pour drinks and serve food, standing by their sides or sitting on their laps.
On average, each person had 1.75 people attending to them.
You might wonder why it boils down to two decimal places; that's because there were four of them, but one didn't ask for a lap companion, just a drink pourer. While the others reveled, he simply nibbled on some snacks, sipped his drink, and smiled as he watched everyone have fun.
"Man, this is awesome, Samael!"
One of them, a huge, muscular man sitting there like a mountain with his shirt torn off, laughed heartily as he tore off a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth:
