The nights at Bloody Rose were always frozen in revelry: bodies swaying, meaningless yet pure laughter, a mixture of alcohol and hormones in the air—it was not easy to stay sober here.
Candy changed into her maid outfit backstage and began her work as a server, while the Succubus Anna carried a smile far brighter than usual as she set out to empty the patrons' wallets.
It was time to start my own work. William combed his hair back behind his ears, tied his ponytail tight, smoothed out the wrinkles on his uniform, and took his Magic Wand from his leather bag before stepping onto the central stage of the dance hall.
Not far away, the Bamboo Stick Insect Band cut off their previous performance. Amid the puzzled looks of the guests, the Bamboo Stick Insect started to beat the drums slowly at first, then gradually faster, like the prelude to the opening of a show.
William smiled and nodded at Mr. Qingjiao, the leader of the band.
Yes, this was a performance, William's performance.
