Walking into the small bar, it didn't take long for William to realize he had come to the right place.
Inside, the bar was bathed in an ambiguous, dreamlike fog of lights. At the bar, in the corners, even in the middle of the hall, couples were tangled together, young men and women embracing and flirting, their lascivious laughter filling the air.
William hadn't taken more than a few steps when a heavily made-up woman, wearing only a rose-colored bra and a super short black leather skirt, stumbled up to him with a glass of amber-colored liquor in hand.
"Hey handsome, buy me a drink?" Her voice was coquettish, enough to make one's skin crawl.
William, already feeling a bit tipsy from the long-avoided alcohol, casually pinched the tip of her bra. The woman shivered instantly, giggling, "Oh, you're so naughty, handsome. Pinching me like that the first time we meet. How are you going to make it up to me if you ruin my bra?" She pouted playfully, but leaned in closer, her fair arms wrapping around William's neck.
With a smirk, William pushed her away lightly, "I'm not interested in drunken sows in heat."
The woman, slightly more sober, felt her anger rising at being called a "sow". She smashed her glass on the floor, "You little brat, you think you can insult me and get away with it? Just wait!" She stormed off towards a group of people in the corner of the bar.
William felt a malicious pleasure rise within him. He hadn't been in such a place or dealt with such people for a while, and tonight, it seemed he could use the alcohol as an excuse to let off some steam.
After downing a glass of vodka at the bar, the fiery heat started to spread through his body, a look of unusual excitement flashing in his eyes.
The flashy woman soon returned with seven or eight muscular men. As William finished his drink, they surrounded him.
The woman clung to the arm of a burly, bald man at the front, pointing at William and shouting, "Brother, this bastard insulted me! Beat him to death for me!"
The bald man, seeing William's seemingly thin frame, gave a contemptuous glance and signaled two of his lackeys to teach William a lesson.
The two men approached with sneers, not bothering with words, their fists the size of hams swinging towards William.
William remained calm, raising his hands just in time to meet their punches with his palms...
"Ahhh!!!"
The two men screamed in pain, collapsing to the floor and clutching their arms, rolling in agony.
This sudden turn of events caught everyone in the bar by surprise. Although fights were common here, no one had ever seen the bald man's group take a beating like this. Curious glances were cast towards William.
The bald man frowned, inspecting his fallen men's arms and breaking into a cold sweat when he saw the damage...
His remaining followers started cursing loudly, but the bald man stopped them, holding out his arms to prevent further conflict.
Without hesitation, the bald man stood up and bowed to William, "I apologize for the offense, brother. If you ever need anything, just call on us. Farewell."
With that, the bald man and his bewildered followers carried the injured out of the bar.
The woman couldn't believe it, still ranting as they left the bar.
The bald man, glaring at her, explained to his puzzled comrades, "That guy just broke several of our brothers' arms with a light touch. Do you think we stand a chance against him?"
His men fell silent, realizing they were up against a master. They quickly began to flatter the bald man for his foresight.
Ignoring their flattery, the bald man cast a thoughtful glance back at the bar before leaving.
Meanwhile, inside the bar, William remained unaffected. Seeing the corner seats now empty, he leisurely walked over to search for his night's "prey."
Given his recent display of power, the bar's patrons kept their distance, with a few daring women flirting only to be ignored.
As William was about to sit on a sofa, he noticed someone lying in the corner—a young woman.
One glance and William's eyes lit up...
Under the dim lights, her long, black hair cascaded over the sofa onto the carpet, her white form-fitting dress outlining her graceful curves like gentle waves.
Approaching closer, William caught a scent of jasmine mixed with alcohol.
The woman seemed quite drunk, clutching a wine glass with one pale hand, her body occasionally writhing on the sofa, her plump hips drawing a seductive curve.
William stepped forward, gently lifting her, brushing aside her disheveled bangs to reveal a delicate face flushed with the rosy hue of intoxication.
To William's surprise, she was even more beautiful than Rose, her features exquisitely crafted, her drunken demeanor exuding a cold and seductive allure.
He wondered how such a stunning woman ended up here. Was she a club girl? If not, how did she get so drunk, exuding such a heated, lustful expression?
The woman, utterly inebriated, grabbed William's shirt collar, her rosy lips searching for his.
Missing her mark, she kissed his cheek and slipped down.
The cold, soft touch ignited William's blood. Seeing her inviting expression, he decided to abandon restraint. Embracing her, he kissed her fiercely.
"Mmm..."
She moaned softly, caught between resentment at his roughness and pleasure from their entangled tongues...