Half a cigarette was clamped between Jonathan's lips. He stared at his own wrist, which had been grabbed by a beautiful woman donned in a pale blue elegant dress. Her collar was not too wide, and just ran a little lower than her collarbone. The rest of her snow-white skin had been covered up tightly. From her curves, it could be seen that she was a total babe.

There was a faint smell of alcohol from her body, and her eyes, which were big and bright, were misty. She was tugging him and talking to him in a drunken state.

All that wasn't important. The most crucial part was that...