captain migraine

If you talk about striptease, you must talk about the best stage for striptease - the tavern.Not limited to a small island of Djerba, but in the whole of Tunisia, Barbatra is definitely one of the best taverns - pure whiskey without a drop of water, the best malt stout, and beautiful French wines from across the ocean.

Of course, if there are only these, then Barbatra will definitely not be able to defeat many of his peers in this era when taverns are rampant in the streets and alleys. The latter became the best reason for its ultimate victory.

However, as long as you hand over the gold coins in your hand, it doesn't mean you can have them-to enter here, you also need to have an identity-gold coins?Oh, I'm sorry, that's just the most superficial thing, and in this day and age, nothing that can be exchanged for life is worth much.

If you want to step into this bar, maybe you have to prove to the doorman who only pays [-] gold coins a month that you own a fleet, or that you own an army.

The summer in Djerba is unbearably hot. When the sun is shining at noon, almost no one wants to hang out on the hot streets-the tavern should be the best place for recreation, but unfortunately, the distinguished The captain and first mates found out that in the afternoon, Barbatra of Djerba closed his door to welcome guests.

It's just because the sisters in a special industry ushered in an unexpected guest-now let's move the camera forward, of course the closed door makes it difficult to see what happened-however, no one knows what happened at this moment The dressing room at the backstage of the bar was already in a mess, and the afternoon that should have been drowsy, was in a mess at this moment.

Special industry sister A: "Oh, if it weren't for your strong request, my little baby McGarl, I can't believe I'm about to give up 'Black Sea Wolf', his muscles would have driven me crazy."

Special Sister B: "Go away, Alice - try this dress, honey, don't forget this little shawl -"

McGarr: "...it's summer, why would I use a shawl - the dress is too small at the waist."

Bar owner Foga: "This dress is not bad, Alice will change it for him to wear."

Special industry sister C: "The shawl is to cover up the fact that you have no breasts, although if you are going to perform a striptease, it means that you will eventually take it off, but it doesn't matter, we will control the light to prevent you from being exposed—— "

Special Industry Sister A: "Don't forget the pannier, my dear, although it is the bad taste of Spanish whores to puff up the skirt, but if it can cover your strong thigh muscles, we need to use it—"

Special trade sister B: "Oh my god - Lisa, can I get your blade, I'm sure we don't need a stripper with hairy legs -"

Bar owner Foga: "Hmm, details determine success or failure, Bai Jiali."

McGarr: "Foja, you bastard, you're just watching the show - no, no, no, Bai Jiali, I don't shave my legs - hey - stop - I regret it, maybe I have other ways to trick Lake slave bond instead of—”

Special Industry Sister C: "Trust me, my lovely Megal, the man in the bed is the best creature to deceive - if he's still drunk, it's even better."

Bar owner Foga: "As a man, I have nothing against this, that's why Barbatra is immortal, girls, cheers to your dedication."

Special industry sister C: "Thank you, Fogga. Come here now, baby, let me see, huh, this earring really suits your eyes, it makes you like the most beautiful black pearl in the entire Mediterranean—— "

McGarr: "...I don't have pierced ears-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Special industry sister C: "Now you have it. ╮(￣▽￣")╭"

McGarr: "...bleeding!"

Special industry sister C: "You will stream more tonight. I heard that Caesar is very big."

McGarr: "What?! Wait, did we make a mistake! I just want to cheat Lake's contract, and if I get cheated, I will leave. No one is going to go to that point!"

Special industry sister A: "Oh, which step?"

"That step made me bleed," McGarr said deadpan.

"I'll tell Lake about your sacrifice," said the bar owner, who passed by with a whiskey in his hand, lazily leaning against the mirror in the backstage dressing room, watching the girls under him dress up the young man in front of him step by step. Too tall and strong for all other qualified and beautiful strippers, he smiled and raised his glass, "I wish your friendship a long life."

When Lisa put a black wig on McGarr's head and fastened it with a peach ribbon, a huge bow fell down—oh, who said that?Black and peach are the perfect official match.Fogga shook his wine glass, and the ice cubes made a crisp sound of collision in the empty glass. This young and promising bar owner, the richest bar owner in Djerba Island, squinted his eyes and walked around Megal.

"If you were a girl..." he said slowly.

"I would blush," McGarr said calmly, looking at himself in the mirror, "but I'm a man, so guess what I'm going to do?"

Fogga: "How is it?"

"Beat you until you can't pick up guests tonight."

Foga smiled, gently placed the wine glass in his hand next to a box of face powder, and frivolously patted the strong undressed "dancing girl" who was as tall as himself, "As far as I know, I am the owner of the bar. Now It's not me who is going to pick up the customers with my inflexible waist..." Blowing into McGarr's ear, the bar owner said softly, "It's you."

"..."

These words from Foga made McGarr suddenly realize that he was a fool.

But it was too late, in fact, he was already stuck.

Because it is impossible for Foga to allow him to run away temporarily and smash his signboard.

And the worst thing is probably... the invitation to the Hongmen banquet inviting "Black Sea Wolf Caesar" has already reached the recipient at this moment.

Let us now see the answer of the great Captain Caesar to the most alluring invitation in the whole Mediterranean——

"Don't go."

Throwing the invitation letter with cheap cheap French perfume in his hand on the table, Caesar put his feet on the table and pulled off the two silver button buttons on the white shirt. The red-haired first officer with an expectant face frowned impatiently——

"This sweltering weather makes me lose interest in rolling on the same bed with anyone, Rick, you can ask those dancers, if any of them would like to have sex with me in the water, then I might consider saying yes to them .”

"I can answer you right now, no normal person is willing to do that kind of thing in the sea with you, Captain." The first officer of the famous Stormrage looked helpless at this moment.

Leaning on the chair and closing his eyes, the man snorted, "So my answer is, no."

"You'll want to go, Captain." Reick grabbed the invitation letter that was thrown on the table, "I heard that Fogga has brought in an amazing new breed."

"Oh? Has a tail?"

"Hey!"

"Know that I won't cooperate, so don't try to play tricks on me, rubbish."

"Okay, okay, you bastard." Reick sighed, and raised his hands in surrender, "I heard people say that Foga got a stripper from the East somewhere—"

"Huh?" The man opened one eye and squinted at his first mate, curled the corners of his lips lazily, and there was a hint of interest on his handsome face, "At this time?"

"You still need to check the season when buying? Do you think it's selling fruit?" Lake asked angrily.

"Ah, you continue." Waving his hand, the captain graciously signaled his subordinates to continue.

"I heard it's a beautiful product." Lake said blankly, "It's over."

Interlocking his fingers and gently placing them on his lower abdomen, Caesar raised his voice and let out a long sound similar to a sigh: "Oriental people——"

"Don't you want to try what it's like to hold our future tuskers under you? Oh, how can you miss the fairy tale of the mermaid princess - come on, Caesar! You said it yourself, turn off the lights All the same, you just have to imagine the dancer with short hair—”

"I don't have that idea of ​​a savior, Rick," Caesar chuckled lowly, "I want to get him aboard because he's definitely going to be a good walrus—not like you, big satyr." Vice, your presence has lowered the overall quality of my fleet."

"Oh yes, Master Captain, why didn't you say this to me when you left the entire combat command task to me and ran to cut off Barberus's head? — Cut the nonsense, are you going or not?"

Putting his feet down on the table, his heavy riding boots made a thick "boom" sound on the wooden boards of the cabin. The tall man changed his laziness and stood up from his soft captain's seat with swift movements, grabbing the red The invitation letter exuding a pungent fragrance in the hands of First Mate Mao, the black sea wolf raised the corners of its lips, showing the most anticipated smile——

"Tell the people above the rank of stormtrooper to watch their crotches, and they are going to open tonight."