My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Ding."

As the elevator door opened, exciting music sounded.

Not too noisy, but enough to make people feel relaxed.

They glanced at each other, strode out of the elevator, and turned the corner along the red corridor. The two of them stopped at the same time, and Irene's face suddenly turned red.

Ethan's eyes flashed as his eyes wandered.

Half a million.

Worth it, so worth it!

How to put it in a whole, wine pond and meat forest.

The scene in front of him reminded him of a movie he had watched in his previous life, The Roman Empire.

Although it is not as exaggerated as in the movie, it is still somewhat interesting.

Like the name of the club, the interior is decorated in large areas of dark red, dotted with various gilt decorations, and neon lights wander among the crowd, illuminating the excited faces.

The entire hall resembles a nightclub.

But the nightclub is not worth mentioning compared to this place.

On the T-shaped dance floor in the middle, the concave and convex dancers, with only a thin white gauze wrapped around their bodies, danced to the sound of music.

There are many people wearing formal clothes like Ethan and others.

But there are more men and women in cool clothes.

Most of these people in their twenties are staff. According to what the manager just said, guests can have friendly social interactions with these people as long as they request it.

Well, regardless of gender.

"us."

Erin panicked and swallowed: "Where do we start?"

This kind of thing happens in this country.

Actually, it's not a crime.

People come and go, either for excitement or money.

So even though Irene was shocked, she didn't bother to care.

Rich people, who have more things to play with, will naturally pursue the ultimate sensory stimulation.

When she turned to look at Ethan, there was admiration in her eyes. This guy was considered rich, but he rushed to the front line with them every day to fight against criminals.

I don't usually have much fun, and compared to the group of people in front of me, I seem a bit different.

"Let's start from the front."

Ethan shrugged and pointed to the drink table not far ahead: "I think we need to have a drink first."

"Uh-huh."

Erin nodded quickly: "It has to be strong."

Without drinking some strong alcohol, it would be difficult for her to stabilize her mind. Everything she saw in front of her was too shocking to her outlook.

"That's right."

Ethan very much agreed with her point of view, let go of Irene's waist, and walked forward together.

When passing by the booth next to them, both of them cast curious glances.

A group of people gathered here, and their attention was focused on the acrylic table in the booth, where two girls with short blond hair were demonstrating various social skills to the crowd.

The complexity of its movements and its high level of difficulty are astonishing.

Most of the onlookers were guests.

They held wine glasses in their hands, watching and making random comments, creating a cheerful atmosphere.

"Shet."

Ethan's footsteps couldn't help but stop.

One of the girls has obviously studied yoga. What is the name of this yoga pose now?

Well, cheek awe style.

Strong, too strong.

"Let's go." Erin tugged on Ethan's clothes and walked forward in a messy step.

Walking to the drinks table, she took a deep breath.

There were all prepared drinks on it for the guests to take as they pleased. She grabbed a glass of Manhattan and swallowed it in big gulps.

After drinking alcohol, her heartbeat finally calmed down a bit.

Ethan also picked up a glass of whiskey, drank it down casually, and then took out two cigarettes and lit them.

Not surprisingly, Erin took one of them:

"What's your plan?"

There were scenes like that everywhere around her, and she needed to divert her attention.

Thinking about the case is an effective method.

"If you ignore some of the more conspicuous things." Ethan shrugged, shook his head with a smile and said: "This is a strip club, so just think of it as coming out to relax."

"Please."

He pinched Eileen's cheek: "I'm treating you tonight, you can enjoy free drinks and exquisite snacks."

"Watch the performance on stage and relax."

It was said that it was conspicuous, how could it be ignored, Irene rolled her eyes at Ethan playfully.

"Begin by blending in."

Ethan took a sip of whiskey and continued: "As soon as you come in, you ask questions everywhere. Aren't you afraid of arousing the suspicion of the staff inside?"

There was no one around, and the music was pretty loud.

So the two of them didn't have to deliberately avoid others and could chat in low voices.

"All right."

Erin took a deep breath and raised her glass with a smile: "You're right, screw it, this is just a party."

"That's right."

Ethan nodded and clinked the glass with her with a bang.

The two raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hi."

As soon as I put down the cup, a greeting came from the side: "Good evening. I rarely see you. Don't you come here often?"

Looking back, there is a man and a woman.

The man, like himself, was wearing a handmade suit and was about forty years old.

Pot belly and hooked nose.

The white woman next to him has cascading blond hair.

Wearing a deep V black dress, she is dazzlingly white, her skin is round and delicate, and her figure is extremely hot.

It’s the hooked nose that says hello.

"Hello."

Ethan picked up another glass of wine and nodded to the two people in front of him.

When she saw his face, the hot white woman's eyes sparkled and she smiled with white teeth.

"This is my wife."

The hooked nose puffed on the cigar in his hand and puffed out the smoke: "What do you think, is she beautiful?"

"Not bad, very beautiful."

Ethan also bit his cigarette and replied to him.

At this time, no matter how ugly you are, you still have to praise your beauty, and don’t hit the smiling person with your hand, and this is in front of others.

But it is indeed beautiful and can score a seven points.

"That's good."

The hooked nose nodded with satisfaction: "Then if you don't mind, is it okay if I watch from the side?"

"no way."

He smiled and patted the white woman on the back: "This is my hobby."

"ah!!!"

Ethan choked and opened his mouth.

The corner of his clothes at the back was pulled by Irene, and he quickly realized where it was.

He also realized what the other party was talking about.

Damn it, is it so direct?

No, talent!

I still like watching it, what is the plot and what is the idea?

"Feel sorry."

Ethan waved his hand and said quickly: "It's our first time here, so we don't quite understand the rules. Let's take a look first."

This rhetoric was agreed upon by him and Eileen.

This excuse is perfect.

For newcomers, it’s normal to observe the environment first.

After all, we are all colleagues, and when we come to a place like this, we still have to worry about some image.

Ethan also didn’t want to be with another woman in front of Irene.

That feeling was a bit awkward.

If you are really interested, ask the party planner to find a model for you another day, and then come over and have fun.

"Are you new?"

Only then did the hook-nosed person notice the small label affixed to Ethan's chest, and said enviously:

"Newcomers have privileges, you know?"

"Tonight, if others refuse your legitimate request, they will have to pay a heavy price."

"Normally, you can take something and take it away."

He sighed and said: "In other words, you are the king tonight."

"Come on, man." Ethan said proudly, holding a cigarette in his mouth: "I don't need this thing to prove my strength. It's a gift from a coward."

"I think you don't need this kind of thing, right?"

The two looked at each other, and although the reasons were different, they both laughed.