The night was as dark as ink.
A cold moon hung in the pitch-black sky.
In the capital of Country M, the streets were dazzling with neon lights at night, and the various nightclubs were packed with fashionably dressed young people, and blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign women. Their attire was incredibly sexy and bold, showcasing their mature figures to the full extent, exuding a wild charm that most men found irresistibly alluring, that mature yet wild vibe inciting a strong desire to conquer within.
It seemed that in every economically developed city in the world, the night was always livelier than the day, true cities that never sleep.
How many young girls, naive and ignorant, had given away their precious first times on such nights of luxury to a stranger?
Perhaps this was what young people considered an exciting life...
