The laser beams hanging from the Obsidian Do are like three thousand wandering snakes, floating and climbing on the towering Champagne Tower.
Under the cover of the bass, n and won without worries in life clink glasses and whisper sweet nothings, the reflections from their watches catching the lipstick marks on the rim of their glasses, echoing the hormones steaming from the dance floor, making them even more dizzy and their blood rush.
Snake-patterned marble bar counter.
Handso n and beautiful won bartenders juggle drinks, akin to a live acrobatic performance. If there were any busybodies around, they’d certainly shout out in admiration: "Such skill deserves praise."
However, those who co to nightclubs, especially high-end ones like this, are undoubtedly uninterested in such trivial tricks.
The corner of the bar is definitely a good spot for people who are socially anxious yet want to sip a couple of drinks.
"Here’s your drink."
The female bartender pushed another drink over, a very ordinary Mojito.
The man sitting in the corner of the bar returned the empty glass. Although he chose a secluded spot, he seed to have a restless heart, occasionally casting glances at the dance floor.
Indeed.
Alone.
Can’t just keep daydreaming.
"You could go and relax a bit."
The female bartender serving him kindly suggested, her finely made-up face adorned with a sweet smile.
People working in such settings undoubtedly have a keen sense of observation, aside from seeking excitent and fun, there are also many who co to bars to sit and mull over their thoughts.
"Thank you, I can’t dance."
This male guest was very gentlemanly and polite.
Do you really need to know how to dance at a bar?
As long as you can sway, it’s fine.
But the female bartender just smiled, holding back words, knowing the importance of discretion in a high-end nightclub, apart from being observant.
The female bartender continued making drinks, serving other patrons.
The man, who had sat motionless for more than half an hour, picked up the second Mojito, and his gaze inevitably returned to the dance floor.
Indeed, soone had caught his attention.
It was a woman in a black sequin rmaid dress, with smoky eyes and expertly hitting the beat even in heels over a dozen centiters high. Under her feet, the laser-projected galaxy lay as the crowded dance floor ford an unexpected clearing centered around her.
Undoubtedly.
She was certainly the focal point of the dance floor.
"Luck! Luck! Luck!"
She seed to be a regular and well-known patron, with many cheering for her.
But Jiang Chen, who was visiting for the first ti, naturally didn’t know her.
The reason he was drawn to her wasn’t because she was exceptionally beautiful or because of her extraordinary dancing skills, but because Miss Luck was rather... interesting.
Yes.
Interesting.
She dressed very sexily, with sky-high heels and a backless dress, big waves and smoky makeup, but her figure
— was quite voluptuous.
Estimating visually, she weighed about one hundred and fifty to sixty pounds. Of course, that weight didn’t make her fat, especially since she seed to be around one hundred and sixty-six or sixty-seven centiters tall. But this body type wasn’t quite soone’s aesthetic preference.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
So prefer curvier figures, others like balanced ones.
But this Miss Luck proved a point.
Confident people are always more charming.
Although she didn’t fit the aesthetic, Jiang Chen still occasionally glanced at her, especially noting her over ten-centiter "combat boots".
Under such intense movent, they surprisingly didn’t snap. Undoubtedly, they must be extrely expensive.
The dazzling Miss Luck on the dance floor took a short break, walking towards the bar amidst the calls, lacking a slender waist and a thin back but still strikingly charismatic.
"Luck."
The bartenders were also familiar with her and handed her a glass of soda as soon as she arrived.
"Gulp."
Exhausted, Luck downed it in one go, then pushed the empty glass forward again.
The bartender needed to pour her another glass.
Jiang Chen, sitting four or five ters away, didn’t deliberately look away, continuing to size her up, resulting in her noticing his gaze since there was no one in between.
"Hi."
Miss Luck tilted her head, not with a stern look, but gracefully smiled and greeted Jiang Chen.
To be honest, her features were flawless. If placed in the Tang Dynasty, she would most likely be at the level of an Imperial Concubine.
Jiang Chen returned her smile, nodded, and then averted his gaze.
"Hey handso, first ti here?"
Luck, holding her second soda, initiated the conversation.
The bartenders were not surprised, continuing to imrse themselves in their work.
Less attention to custor affairs.
"Yes."
Boss Jiang, of course, wasn’t an aloof person, responding politely.
"Alone?"
Luck continued asking.
"Yeah."
Jiang Chen nodded.
Luck’s eyes brightened, possibly finding it tiring to talk from a distance, so she moved a little closer with her soda.
The scent of her hair mixed with her perfu floated over.
"From your accent, you’re not from Kyoto?"
"I’m not."
Boss Jiang remained polite, yet reserved.
"Here on business in Kyoto?"
Luck asked further.
"Taking care of so things."
"Don’t be so reserved, handso, loosen up a bit; I won’t bite. You can ask around if you don’t believe —I’m very easy to get along with," Luck said, then turned her head, "This handso guy’s bill for tonight is on ."
"Okay, Luck."
No doubt, Beijing Capital,
Indeed a place full of outstanding people.
"Handso, want to be friends?"
After covering his tab, Luck made the offer, showing much more openness than most guys, never just being all talk.
"I’m Luck. Everyone here calls Miss Luck; you can call that, too."
"Jiang Chen."
With her insistence on covering the bill, it was really hard to decline, and given her deanor, she surely wasn’t short on money, not to ntion he only had a couple of Mojitos, not a huge expense.
"Are you married?"
"..."
As expected, very straightforward.
"No."
Luck’s smile grew wider, then she took a serious look at Jiang Chen, "You seem young, what do you do for work?"
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