Upon hearing Ling Qingyu's name, the staff promptly led her and Xiao Yue to a private room with an elevated scenic view. Or so the advertisement wrote it down.
A high-rise vantage point, surrounded by towering buildings and overlooking a long rectangular park. Nothing particularly special, Ling Qingyu thought—just another stretch of urban infrastructure.
She whistled softly as she followed behind the staff member's graceful figure. The voluptuous sway of the woman's hips was undeniably pleasing to the eye—balanced proportions, elegant curves beneath the fitted uniform.
Ling Qingyu's nerves relaxed instantly. Though she was already surrounded by many beauties and had grown somewhat immune to visual temptation, she still appreciated the different allure brought by other nationalities.
After all, most of the "goddesses" around her shared the same nationality—except for Sofia. She still hadn't had the time to properly speak with the captured Persian cat.
