[comprehensive] nowhere to escape

No one would have imagined how decadent and sluggish the Balrog Purgatory Club is. It’s like gathering the most depraved things in the world. There is nothing positive about it. Even kindness is a luxury here. Fuck, people here will call each other motherfuckers over a stripper, and push each other for a chance to put money in a gigolo's pant belt... It's unbelievable!

Yeah, can't see it, it's still a junkie's paradise - and bad gamblers.

Regardless of men and women.

Everyone here is depraved. Occasionally, if they come in neatly and tidy, they will probably be regarded as going to the wrong door. If the person who comes in is too closed-eyed, then there are definitely more wolves than meat, and a group of people collectively turn their eyes green. Light.

Although if the word "green light" is used, Reid will definitely complain that it is impossible because the human eye emits green light because it actually reflects infrared rays that cannot be seen by normal human eyes. It is impossible for the eyes to reflect green light.

But if Raven were to explain it, he would definitely say it was a metaphor.

However, whether it is a metaphor or an inappropriate metaphor, compared with the group of Nick and Hank, Reed and Raven are obviously more attractive-Nick is indeed handsome, or he is beautiful, but don’t Forget about Hank, and the way the two of them dress in their hapless straight male cancer is basically not very attractive, but Rhett and Raven are different.

Let's be honest, it's not the same even if they're both straight... Gay guys always have their own little detection radar, and that unfathomable dressing style.

Of course, Rhett's dressing style has always been so campus style, but who knows what style people like these days?

School style, uniform style, nightclub style, even Scottish style, whatever people want, and the most popular of course is school style-youthful and cute, right?

As for Raven, in order to match Rhett, he is also wearing a three-piece school suit with cufflinks-the cufflinks are paired with a rare trimmed suit, which looks like an ignorant little fresh meat.

So, a fluffy little fresh meat and a little fresh meat from an elite class—they must be playing cosplay!

Opening the door of the club, these two people stood at the door, two beautiful faces, two young students, standing at the door, looking at the prostitution and extravagance in the club, so, sleep will reject such little guys?Even strippers on stage can't resist it - even if they're here to make money, no one would say no to being in a bathroom stall with a little guy or two, or... A warm kiss on any couch, or... a drink or something, they don't mind, they like it.

It's not just dancers who like it, of course.

Even the women who come here to consume like it.

Would you not like to sleep?

Some people say that 80-year-old men still like the woman they like, how specific they are.

However, this sentence is also the same in reverse. Women may have different preferences for men, but they probably won't be interested in men who are 80 years old, even if they are 80 years old themselves-young, handsome, Personalized, beautiful, cute... Every type will always poke a woman's heart, even if it is not a sexual preference, but motherhood will make them have no resistance to such young guys.

So, when Hank and Nick are repeatedly frustrated here, Rhett has already got the dancer named "Duster" out of an elderly woman.

"He didn't come here at all, not today, nor yesterday." The woman regretted, "I honestly don't know what type you like...I said boy, you are so cute, your Does your partner have a favorite type?" She turned to look at Raven.

"Yeah! Yes, yes, I have." Raven took a step back, "You know he..."

"Are you asking about his real name or something..." The woman took a glass of wine with a smile, and was suddenly taken aback when she turned her head to look at the stage.

Very well, there is no need for her to say anything.

Raven turned his head to look at the stage, there was already a different group of people dancing on it, and among these people... there was one Dastel.

He pulled Rhett and walked over, completely ignoring the women behind him yelling at them, and when he walked only three or five steps, Raven's nose came into play—yes, that's right, it was this smell!

The shaven bald man standing in the middle is Durstelle.

Rhett looked at Raven, knew what he had found, and Raven did whisper it to him.

So, they reconciled with Nick and the others.

Nick and Hank were in charge of the front, and Raven and Red went backstage.

It's actually not difficult to capture a Dastle, the main thing is... not to be too blatant.

As soon as Raven and Rhett reached the backstage door, they were stopped by a person.

The man who stopped them had messy curly hair, wore ill-fitting shiny clothes, and had a strange thick chain around his neck.

He took out a cigar and rubbed it against his nose, pretending to smell it.

However, he thought he was attractive, but... it was just his feeling, so Raven and Rhett didn't want to talk to him at all, and the two of them turned around and walked away from this man.

The man moved aside again, blocking their way.

"Let, open." Ryv said that he wanted to beat people now -even if he was FBI, the other party did a sexual hint of his implicit implication by the other party. Happy, unhappy Raven is a werewolf.

"Hey! Boys, my name is Geralds Faer, the owner of this club - I still have a lot of property under my hands, this is just the tip of the iceberg of my property, you know, I have another one on the reservation. Liquor stores, and my bar is the best in the gay area—how about it? Interested? I'm interested in..." His eyes flicked back and forth between the two boys' faces, "You two are gone. "

This is the absolute worst flirt in the world.

Raven frowned.

Rhett was about to open his mouth, and he absolutely wanted to make this Jelos Phaer regret being born in this world!

He said: "The word tip of the iceberg obviously doesn't apply to your current situation. Although the clothes on your body are Armani, they are not Armani custom-made, not even Armani limited edition, which means that you don't have the so-called at least extra clothes. Twenty times the assets of this club, and from a grammatical point of view, the so-called tip of the iceberg requires at least your 'iceberg' to be twenty times the size of this tip - of course I don't think I should discuss English with you , or are you more interested in something else?

"Speaking of your club, I'd love to check to see if you're operating legally, and your liquor store, I think you should also check to see if you're selling alcohol to minors. For the drug deal, you'd better sort it out yourself, because I think someone will definitely check it tomorrow-if you think there is nothing wrong, you'd better get out of the way now, we need to do something, and if you are If you are called Geralds-Phaer, I am happy to tell you a terrible thing, that is, I have read some of the information here, including tax information, before coming here, and the three assets you so-called are written In your father's name—so—"

"Stop!" Fael screamed.

At this moment, two people entered the background.And the dancers who just danced on the stage just came down--Dastel!

"Duster!" Rhett walked over.

Raven followed suit.

"What?" Dastle turned his head to look at them - he had noticed these two young children on the stage just now.

I thought there would be a sexual encounter or something, but Daster still had a smile on his face.

"Is this yours?" Raven stretched out his hand, holding Dastle's name tag.

This time, Dastle panicked.

The people next to him really thought it was Feng Seyu, and they still held the attitude of watching the show. As a result, it was too late, and Daster quickly stretched out his hand and aimed at Reid and punched it—Patta With a sound, his wrist was grabbed by another person, unable to move.

"You!" Dastel intends to withdraw his wrist, but it's very difficult, too difficult - the hand holding his wrist is like a pair of iron clamps!

His face changed in an instant—just for an instant.

"You!" Darstelle screamed.

"You're under arrest, Duster—huh? False name, right?" Raven snatched his wrist and cut behind him, while Rhett next to him took out the handcuffs and handcuffed Darth. tel.