In Bologue's eyes, Serey's image had always been absurd. Clearly a noble member of the Undead, yet he spent his days lingering in nightclubs, entangled in the arms of women, and every so often leaping into the center of the dance floor to showcase his pole dancing skills.
Bologue had the fortune of witnessing it once; before that, he thought Serey was joking with him. But when Bologue saw this well-defined muscular guy spinning rapidly with his legs wrapped around a slender pole, he couldn't help but feel his worldview shatter.
Serey cheered and spun, seamlessly sprinkling flowers and drinks down below, stirring the crowd to cheers. Men and women called out his name.
"Serey!"
"Serey!"
Amid the revelry, Bologue stood there with a stiff face, out of place.
