Nightclub private room.
The lights were dim. Henry Shipton sat lazily on one side, lounging on the sofa, legs crossed. Above him, the colorful lights flickered back and forth, enhancing the ambiance.
The beams of light passed rhythmically across his face, adding a touch of indulgence to Henry Shipton's already handsome features.
"Ah, Henry, what's up with you lately?" asked Charles Hopkins, his friend who often frequented nightlife spots with him, sitting beside a sultry beauty.
"Hmm? What do you mean?" Henry Shipton beckoned with his finger, and a second beauty, who'd been silently mixing drinks at the bar, came over to refill his empty glass.
"Mr. Shipton, your drink." The second beauty's voice was soft, and after pouring the drink, she naturally sat beside him.
The neckline of her top was very low, clearly showcasing her impressive curves. When she sat, her body inclined slightly, making the lines of the neckline even deeper.
