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Under the night, the East City Holy City where the mermaids were mixed was brightly lit, and the rock music shattered the eardrums of the people present, like a huge kaleidoscope in the dark.The wine cups held high in the screams turned the various liquids to one side, and the crisp collision sound echoed the rhythm of the dance steps. The occasional drops of liquid were like pearls in the sea, and the colors were endlessly rotated by the light, just like people's colorful life. .

The pitch-black feathers drifted and twirled in the air, intertwined with the white feathers, and suspended at the top of the fountain together.The music stopped abruptly, and the spring water receded inch by inch with its wet feathers, leaving only the black thorns that grew out of thin air to bloom with bewitching flowers. scream!

Everyone present was infected by the atmosphere, abandoned all rationality, and returned to the original embrace.

Angels and demons wearing different masks are kissing by the fountain. Their exposed skin and skin reveal the gifts given to them by their masters, and their kneeling bodies show their loyalty for them.

There is no dignity of slaves here, only domination from masters, there is no level of power here, only masters issue orders and slaves obey perfectly.

Slaves are honest and loyal, and their eyes are always on their masters, who are their gods, their own gods.

And their masters split the day and night with long whips and lead the way forward. They call the wind and rain, and they will always be at the top.

This is a fallen pure land divided between heaven and hell.

It is the filth behind purity, and the redemption after sin.

And he listened attentively, the sound of pulling chains intertwined with the sound of gunfire, like a siren bewitching the sailors, submerged in the music and swallowed alive.The etiquette has long been lost in the noisy conversation, but this is not the topic of today.Laughter always sounded after the words. This is not a negotiation room for rational dialogue. Everyone is in a daze. No one knows what they are talking about. Their promises here are not as good as a piece of toilet paper.

This is a special place, where a charming woman is sometimes the master standing on the peak, while a seemingly strong and domineering man is often willing to surrender and abandon all dignity.

It was a crazy game, but everyone had a blast.This is your love and my wish. People without emotional guidance will only become bones lost in the maze.

To bury the reason to the fullest, put the body into loyalty, and be a slave to sex, this is the theme of today.

No matter how noisy the holy city is, slaves only hear orders from their masters, no matter how luxurious the place is, it is just a gorgeous virtual image, only the caress of the body is real.

The person sitting in the corner sips the scarlet liquid in the cup. The dark windbreaker is connected with the long night, and the pure white mask adds a bit of mystery to him. He is incompatible with this space, but he does exist. Man hates it, and shows his otherness.

But there will still be people who will strike up a conversation, and the unruly sub is more likely to arouse the desire of the dom, but only if they can stimulate the person to respond to it.

The footsteps coming from the door imply deliberate affectation, the haughty figure is like an elegant black panther quietly visiting this extravagant place, the visitor looks left and right to quickly find his target, the obsidian pupils are sharp and arrogant .

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, as expected he was not hard to find.

But the him in his mouth had already wandered outside, and his thoughts were not recalled until someone walked slowly behind him, and a warm palm fell on his shoulder. He was not surprised by his appearance, and even handed him the drink that he hadn't enjoyed before. , the other party refused without hesitation. ''Is your stuff drinkable?Oh, I don't want to be disgusted to death.Alright, back to the topic, Yabel, is a new bet starting? ''

Yabel raised his head, covered by the mask so that no change in expression could be seen. He supported his body with a cane. The black gift outlined his thin but resolute body, and the drunken wine cup collided with the ground to make a crisp sound.

An extremely calm voice stated his decision, "The game is over, old worries and new grudges are written off."Ent swore again. ''

The man smiled, "That's good, isn't it."

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