Only the person who had been listening to music and watching dances the entire time waved his hand: "I won't go, I'll head back after this is over, don't stay out too late."
"Ah? You're such a killjoy." Samael shook his head: "Boring."
Asmode chimed in: "We all came out together, what's the point if we don't return together?"
That person just smiled helplessly: "So shall I wait here for you guys?"
"Forget it, you can go back," Asmode sighed.
At that moment, Samael recalled something and asked: "Can we choose our room?"
"Of course," the manager replied: "Both rooms and girls can be chosen at will, and you can switch anytime you're dissatisfied. Additionally, we'll also fulfill any dress requirements you might have."
Just after hearing this, Asmode's eyes lit up: "I don't care about the room, but I want that... you know... that ancient underwear from your Eastern people, what's it called..."
"Du dou?"
