[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

The next night, the bar.

It's not that Rogers has never set foot in this kind of place, it's just that people of his era are reserved, even if they drink, flirt, date or do some more open one-time things, it's just a personal activity in private, and there won't be any trouble The atmosphere in the whole venue was eager and weird.

It was also a coincidence that Rogers happened to run into an event in Lucifer's bar.

The entire infield of the bar was surrounded by flames, and Lucifer had already received the news from Lucilia, so he deliberately waited in the outfield. As soon as Rogers entered, he was called and led directly into the infield of the membership system.

Rogers can't keep up with this rhythm.

Where did he have so many tricks in that era?

Infield?

Outfield?

Obviously, the outfield was still the atmosphere he was familiar with, and there was only an iron gate across it. The moment he entered the infield, the scorching atmosphere directly hit the face of the old Captain America popsicle.

The heart-pounding background sound is so hot that in any other place, only the lyrics of "beep, beep, beep—" remain.

Rogers was so frightened that he completely forgot to move.Someone from behind wanted to come in. He didn't stand firmly at first, but he was led by someone again, and he was considered to have entered the infield.

"Snapped"!

The stage lights came on.

A woman steps onto the stage.

She jumped up directly from the stage, like a dancer in the sky, she can walk on the blue clouds without any help.

The leather boots tightly wrap her calves, and the tight and powerful lines of her legs are supported by metal steel needles that can easily step through the instep of a person. She is probably smiling, looking frivolous and weird, like a cat picking prey the beast.

Rogers' heart tightened, his fighting instinct reminded him of danger.

But when the metal heels slid across the surface of the stage and the screeching sound announced the start of some kind of game, he couldn't care less about his nervousness.

The sound of the music suddenly changed, and for her, the tune became more sticky, and the explicit lyrics became strange, and the pronunciation was slurred, as if unconsciously whimpering.

Weeping for mercy and love.

The hostess was almost completely covered in black, and her fair skin was suppressed by leather, but it was even more dazzling.The crowd surged and screamed because of her, and she just strolled along the stage, watching her prey.

Rogers watched from the corner, sensing an eerie absurdity.

The scene was full of self-destructive self-dedication, and everyone in the audience was so hot that they were willing to fall to warm the cold devil.

He also noticed that the hostess' expression was very light, and she didn't fall anywhere. The people in the audience who were crazy about her couldn't satisfy her, and she still felt bored.

a long time.

Maybe the second lap or the third lap.

When someone started crying, she turned the whip, tapped forward, then turned the handle back.

A silent invitation.

The strange thing is that there are many people in that direction, but everyone knows who she is inviting.

Two men were called up for her to examine and choose.

They were eager and obedient, suppressing the desperate flame in their souls, willing to give up themselves to be her prey, but even so, she was still ruthless, and the handle of the whip was pressed against one of the necks, maybe it was the Adam's apple?

Rogers seemed to hear a choking sound.

The person who was caught was pushed down by her.

The "killed" prey falls down in diameter.

Falling from the stage into the crowd, being caught by the crowd, the whole person lay on top of countless hands as if he lost his soul, was passed backward by the crowd, and quickly moved away from the range that could be irradiated by light.

Those who remained were allowed to sacrifice themselves.

She has no distractions, even though she is whipped as a slave and bitten as a prey, she is still willing to devote herself wholeheartedly to this mistress.

The music also blasts to a high note.

Rogers' eardrums hurt, and while he couldn't look away, he felt a nerve screaming in his brain, tearing his mind apart, splitting him in half, one half wanted to cheer like everyone else, using all kinds of stupid and clumsy The movement of the hostess attracted the attention of the hostess, and the other half whispered "danger".

Rogers snapped awake.

Only then did he realize that time had passed for a long time.

With the crisp sound of the whip and the sound of prayers of gratitude, the story on the stage also ended.

The hostess lost her interest for a while, and the man who was left behind on the stage had already reached the bottom, and her body heaved violently. She kicked him down and let the crowd send the "corpse" away.

At this time, the music also temporarily calmed down, and Rogers finally found a chance to breathe.

He lowered his head and wiped his face, and began to recall what he was going to do today?

"Like it?"

A low and frivolous male voice exploded in my ears.

Rogers was shocked, and almost punched him directly while turning around.

"Lucifer." The other party introduced himself first, and shook hands with him quite seriously, "My daughter introduced you, didn't she? And, there is no need to introduce yourself."

Rogers was taken aback, and after a moment of hesitation, he still shook hands with the other party.

"You're so nervous, enjoy it. We'll talk after the show, or, let's not talk about it."

Lucifer smiled, left Rogers a glass of wine, and floated away by himself.

The meaning of that sentence was a little unclear. Rogers was thinking, and raised his head inadvertently, but found that the surrounding area was much quieter, and his eyes were staring at him.

The hostess on the stage is also looking at this side.

The leather whip fell to her feet, and the hostess walked around the whip and stepped on the edge of the stage.

She stretched out her hand, stretched her index finger until it was straight and tilted back slightly, and pointed it straight at Rogers. The other fingers drooped quietly and relaxed. There was a pause, and the fingertips began to turn upwards.

Rogers' heart skipped a beat.

It was as if she had grabbed an invisible thread in her hand and was pulling his heart.

The crowd looked at him, and someone tried to get closer to him.

Rogers realized they were trying to lift him up, trying to teleport him onto the stage in a passing offering, and he turned slightly, away from the hands.

"No, I'm not playing this." He declined.

The moment he successfully said the words of refusal, Rogers felt that his thinking was much clearer, and the hostess on the stage, who was hard to see even if he looked directly, seemed no longer so mysterious.

The crowd exclaimed.

The hostess was also stunned.

She raised her hand to gather her hair and looked at the superhero.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the two of them completely met their eyes this time.

It was that familiar feeling again.

The vigilance and hostility quickly faded uncontrollably, as if in front of him was an old friend he knew but couldn't remember, and at the same time he was sure that this woman was not the one he met before.

Someone whispered: "Le Julia."

Rogers turned his head and found that the woman he was familiar with but couldn't remember was actually behind him, and he didn't know when he followed her.

At this point, however, the women stopped paying attention to him.

She stared at the hostess on the stage, chanting the strangely pronounced name: "Le Julia."

She diametrically cuts through the crowd.

It was completely different from when they were facing Rogers. Those people didn't dare to touch this woman. They were a little at a loss. When she passed by, the crowd retreated in unison.

She came under the stage, looked up at Le Julia, and introduced herself: "Lusite."

"You want to take my class." Le Julia also recognized her, "I remember you."

Being remembered by Le Julia was enough to make everyone jealous, and the crowd started a new round of commotion, but Ruster climbed onto the stage.

She also jumped up, and her movements were somewhat similar to those of Le Julia.

Looking up at Le Julia, who was half a head taller than her, Ruster's breathing became lighter.

The whip fell into Le Julia's hands again, and she tapped Ruster's chin, as if she had a little interest, when the rest time passed and the rhythm of the music picked up again, she unfolded the whip and wrapped it around Ruster's neck.

A dance completely controlled by Le Julia officially began.

And Ruster is like a lamb being led, confused yet quiet and obedient, completely following Le Julia's rhythm.

Rogers was stunned.

The influence of these two demons on him gradually dissipated, and his spirit was finally able to breathe. The moment he regained his senses, Rogers' first feeling was that his head was aching.

He had to drink a little wine to suppress the headache, then looked around and found Lucifer in the dark.

"It's over?" Rogers asked.

"Huh?" Lucifer who was in a daze suddenly came back to his senses and nodded: "Yes, she won't stare at you anymore."

It seemed that Lucifer was a little stimulated, gulping down his drink, but his eyes were fixed on the two lustful people who were entangled on the stage, with "WTF" on his face.

How to describe this?

One demon offering itself to another?

It's so fucking weird!

Lucifer got goosebumps all over his body.

Indeed, he designed something to let Le Julia come out to play today, allowing this demon to do things wantonly in his bar, and successfully attracted Lust's attention.

But he wasn't going to let the two of them get together.

Especially in his bar.

"Are they sober now?" Rogers asked again.

"They? They?" Lucifer, who was suffering from a headache, couldn't hear which one Rogers was asking: "Are people addicted to alcohol sober? Are people addicted to tobacco sober? Are they sober? In fact, they are all similar questions."

It has nothing to do with whether you are awake or not, it is just a simple question of whether you need it or not, and whether you can force yourself to stop.

Of course, withdrawal has always been difficult for most humans.

Once you let go and sink, you will be stuck in the mire, and you will never see the sun again.

Lucifer: "You can go. Lusite will not leave here for the time being. If there is any change, I will notify you."

"It's all over?"

Looking at Captain America who was not in a hurry to leave after waking up, Lucifer had a headache. He didn't like humans with too much moral sense, which didn't fit his diet.

"Almost." Lucifer responded coherently.

Counting the demons that have already appeared, the only remaining lust. Lust has also been tamed, and there are no other enemies.

wrong.

There is only greed not found.

Rogers, remembering that he still had a job, left the bar.

Breathing the cool air in the street, the last fog in my mind finally cleared away.

It feels like everything just now is like a weird dream.

Thinking about it now, he couldn't recall any details, neither Le Julia nor Luster, he didn't remember a single face.