The pair who had just drained the house servant of the Prince Mansion's essence Qi licked their rosy, moist lips and didn't even bother to throw on a sheer dress.
Stretching out their delicate arms like tender lotus roots from the compartment where a shriveled corpse still lay, they lazily waved towards Wang Yuan.
In unison, the voices of the two women were as raspy and seductive as that of a cat:
"Oh, what a handsome young lord this is, somewhat unfamiliar to our eyes.
Since it's your first visit to Red Sleeve, why not let us sisters serve you together? For the price of one, you can enjoy the pleasure of two!"
The other "insatiable" prostitutes, not to be outdone, crowded around Wang Yuan.
In the Deceit Realm, the dissipated ghosts that were gnawed and chewed repeatedly by them had long since dried up and lost their taste.
How could they compare to fresh and delightful living people?
