Price Can Buy A Dancer's Body

 Wangbei Road was a bar street. All kinds of expensive sports cars and motorcycles rush by, and the exhaust fumes burn money.

 In the past, Isla went to high-end clubs, with bodyguards clearing the way, surrounded by friends, and extremely high security, but she returned to a bar for the first time.

However, this bar was also quite famous in the Hong Kong City. It was a membership-based place, and many wealthy people gathered there.

She has loved to play and explore all the gold sales dens in Hong Kong City. She held the membership card between her two fingers and waved it, and was respectfully welcomed into the bar by the security guards.

The sound in the bar was so loud that Isla's ears hurt.

Isla was stunned at first glance. The little white flowers on the stage were indeed different in style. Under the stage lights, the heavy makeup could be seen, making her look enchanting and charming.

Henry followed Isla's gaze and commented, "Tsk, there's stuff all over the street."

What does her brother think?

Oh shit.

Henry looked at the beauty Pingting next to him. Isla was so charming and talented that no one could imitate her temperament. The thought of her suffering from love made her heartache, "Isla, why don't we leave it alone?"    

Isla did not move, her eyes fell on the stage, and did not look back, "You mean to let me ignore it, right?"

Henry exhaled and asked, "How about you let him go?"

Why bother?

Everyone knows that Mark's heart will be attached to it as soon as Sarah returns.

On the one hand, she was holding on to the person who was deeply devoted to him; on the other hand, she could not let go of the person she once loved.

Henry thought Mark was greedy.

This was the desire engraved in the bones of the powerful, and they had to have their cake and eat it too.

Excessive, really excessive.

Isla still didn't want to wake up, so what could she do?

Henry advised, "Isla, you can either turn around or leave now."

"You're riding high, why are you walking?" Henry was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves, "I thought she was some innocent little white flower who came here on purpose to seduce men, right? The guy named Mark is also a bitch, he'd just pluck out his eyes if he didn't want to!"

She was quite innocent when he was implicated, "Hey, bro!"

He sneered, "Your brother is worse than you!"

How could he, Henry, be slandered for nothing? He was so angry that he said, "When have I ever been a scumbag to a woman? Can you name a person and I will share your surname? My sisters and I are easy to get along with! But I have never been a scumbag to them!"

He almost pointed at his nose, "Scumbag!"

The noisy sounds reached Isla's ears. It was strange that the bar was crowded with people, but Isla could fixate on Mark's figure at a glance. He was noble, dark, and violent, without any trace of calmness. At that moment, Isla couldn't see what was causing trouble in her heart, so he became a bit strange in her eyes.

She watched him fall into madness for another woman.

It seemed that as soon as he met her, he lost his mind.

Isla walked in the direction of Mark. The pure and beautiful look on her body was particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

There was a crazy crowd around her, and all those prying eyes on her were blocked by Mark's intimidating eyes.

"Isla, what are you going to do?" Henry asked.

As she walked, she looked sideways at the beauty on the stage and said abruptly, "What do you think if I go up and dance?"

"You're crazy!" he pulled her to a stop, feeling that she was so angry that she lost her mind, "How can a place like this deserve a dance from you?"

Isla was influenced by her artist mother and began to learn classical dance from famous masters at the age of three. At the age of fifteen, she became famous in Hong Kong with her sleeve dance.

That year, all the noble gentlemen were turned upside down by her, and he never gave up thinking about her for so many years.

The top private theater in Hong Kong City witnessed the little princess of Hong Kong City's first formal and complete dance in her life. Was she crazy now and wanted to be on the stage of this terrible place?

He can't even think about it!

Isla asked calmly, "Mark likes to watch it, doesn't he?"

Henry had a headache and a sore throat, and his voice was shrill, "Is it dance that men like to watch? It's a dance without clothes!"

"Isla, let's go back now." He pulled her to leave, but she threw him away.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled, and the five-colored lights hit her face, which was full of monsters. "If I want to go back, doesn't it mean that I'm admitting defeat?"

The pole dance on stage just ended, and bursts of cheers came. This was Sarah's last dance.

The host appeared on the stage, "Everyone knows the rules here. Without further ado, let's start bidding."

She frowned slightly, "what does this mean?"

He pursed his lips. Henry urged him, "Speak quickly." He sighed and explained.

There was an unconventional rule in Dance - dancers who dance on the stage will automatically participate in the bidding after the dance.

The price can buy a dancer a glass of wine, or a dancer's body.

After the money is given to the dancer, the dancer nods in agreement and the bidder can take the person away. It's easy to say that you don't want to because the night is thick. It's that simple and crude.

Of course, there are very few who are unwilling. After all, no innocent girl from any family would come here to dance, and no one would come here just for money.