My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan quickly quickened his pace and walked next to Jabber.

"Don't we need to line up?"

Jia Bo looked at him arrogantly, "You are just hanging out with Jia Bo, now let me show you what home court means."

The two walked straight to the door of the nightclub. Two burly men in black suits stood at the door, like door gods, blocking them with a soft rope.

Many popular nightclubs in the United States are like this. According to relevant regulations, they need to limit the number of guests based on the size of the venue.

If the number of people exceeds the limit during inspection, the nightclub will face very serious penalties.

Therefore, there will be such "door gods" who will strictly control the number of people entering the nightclub.

During the most popular time period, usually only a few people go out before a few people are let in.

So a very simple way to judge the popularity of a nightclub is to see if there are many people queuing outside.

Jabo walked to the front of the team, raised his hand and shook it. The black suit in front of him immediately took away the soft rope and put Jabo and Ethan in.

This move immediately caused a cry of protest. Jiabo raised his middle finger and scanned it around, then walked inside without looking back.

"Are you a regular customer here?" Ethan asked curiously.

"no."

Jiabo shook his head, "I am the super VIP here."

After passing through two soundproof doors, he was hit by a sound wave on the head, and Ethan suddenly felt that his heart skipped a beat.

The explosive electronic music made his face numb, and the air was mixed with the smell of various cigarettes, wine, and perfume. All kinds of nightclub men and women were shaking their bodies crazily on the dance floor in the middle.

The flickering lights illuminated everything in an extremely psychedelic way, full of hormonal atmosphere.

He followed the familiar Jiabo to a small booth in a perfect location. It was not too conspicuous, but it faced the dance floor and the performance stage in front of him.

The booths were separated by soft ropes. When the waiter standing nearby saw Jia Bo coming, he quickly removed the soft ropes.

After sitting down on the medium-soft sofa, the waiter handed over a wine list. Ethan studied it and threw it to Jabber. The fancy names on it gave him a headache.

After lighting up his cigarette, he looked towards the dance floor, where a woman dressed in cool clothes was dancing vigorously with her thick waist.

Ethan took a closer look, and then looked at Jia Bo with a look of resentment. He was a man.

Jabber's face was full of joy, and Ethan cheered up. He wouldn't be so drunk that he couldn't bring two tough men back with him later.

Soon, the small table in the booth was filled with various drinks.

They are all experienced people. There are only two people sitting in a booth with a table of drinks. It is obvious that they want to hook up.

Before long, the booths were filled with people.

The two sides are clearly differentiated. On Ethan's side are all beauties in cool clothes, while on Jia Bo's side are all men in strange clothes and feminine temperaments.

When Ethan was chatting with 36E wearing a hip-hugging skirt next to him, Jabo patted his arm.

"I have to leave for a while to do something, and I'll come back later."

"Ok, no problem."

Ethan waved his hand and ignored him, he was busy now.

After a while, the music in the nightclub slowly weakened, the lights dimmed, and the people jumping on the dance floor stopped.

Ethan didn't know why, so he put down his wine glass and asked a goth man sitting next to him:

"What is this for? A temporary inspection?"

The Goth man clapped his hands excitedly and replied loudly: "No, today's performance is about to begin."

"Performance?"

"Yes, it's wonderful." The Gothic man looked forward to it.

Ethan also lit up his cigarette with great anticipation. At this time, the lights in the venue completely dimmed.

There was a bang, and two beams of light illuminated the performance stage in front.

In the middle of the intersection of the light beams, a man with blond hair and a gorgeous palace dress turned his back to the audience.

In front of everyone, dynamic music sounded.

The man on the stage was shaking his body in time with the music, raising one hand and snapping his fingers.

Following his movements, sexy dancers in ballet costumes also jumped up from both sides of the stage with agile steps, stood in a row behind, and kept doing high-leg movements.

Ethan picked up the wine glass, his eyes shining.

The next moment, the music was loud, the lighting effects were full, the gorgeous palace clothes turned around smoothly, took the microphone and sang loudly.

Ethan stopped pouring wine into his mouth and looked at the stage blankly.

"What's wrong with you?"

36E saw the wine spilling from the corner of Ethan's mouth and quickly helped him remove the glass.

"Farke."

Ethan struggled to swallow the wine in his mouth. Although the person singing and dancing on the stage was wearing heavy makeup, he recognized it at a glance as Jia Bo.

The next moment, he also jumped onto the sofa cheering with a bottle of wine in his hand, inviting the people in the booth to dance to the music.

Under the guidance of Ethan, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly exploded, and all the men and women in the nightclub became excited.

When Jabo saw this, he blinked at Ethan.

Then he walked off the stage and came to Ethan's booth.

The sexy dancers behind him also followed his movements, and they all gathered around him. From a glance, Ethan saw that they all had long legs. Ethan's booth directly became the focus of the audience.

Just as the scene was getting excited, a sharp voice sounded.

"Hey, you freak, your clothes are nice. Did your dad buy them for you before or after he fucked you?"

Jiabo was stunned for a moment. He turned his head to look at it, and then scratched his neck with the microphone. The music stopped immediately.

"Sorry, the music was too loud just now, can you say it again?"

Jiabo took the microphone and looked at a small table next to him. There were three middle-aged men sitting around a small round table.

The nightclub also became quiet, and everyone's eyes turned to the men.

One of the bald men leaned on the chair carelessly and said with a provocative look:

"I'm sorry, wasn't it clear enough? Let me repeat it again. I just said that the clothes you were wearing were not changed with chrysanthemums."

The stadium was filled with boos. The bald man didn't care, but actually enjoyed the boos.

Seeing that the security personnel in the store were about to come, Jiabo stretched out his hand to stop him and signaled others in the venue to quiet down.

“This is a place where we all can express our ideas freely, including these three gentlemen, and so do they.”

The noise stopped and everyone was looking at Jiabo.

Jia Bo walked back to the performance stage, waved his finger, and a light shone on the table.

"Actually, I admire you very much. You must have mustered a lot of courage to come to this place."

"Especially when you're struggling with your sexuality, the only way you can do it is by drinking together and hoping you get so drunk that you forget you licked each other's dicks."

After Jia Bo finished speaking, the nightclub suddenly burst into laughter.

The three people sitting on the platform were so angry that their faces were red after being heckled by people in the nightclub.

"Fayou." One of them stood up suddenly and rushed onto the stage quickly.

"Sorry, baby, you're not my type."

After Jiabo shook his head, he pulled up the hem of his skirt and kicked sideways. With deafening laughter, the man tumbled off the stage.

At this time, the security personnel stopped being polite and picked up several of them and dragged them outside the nightclub.