Who is the real rascal

She didn't know how long she had been crying when she heard noises around her.

And the breath of those who made the noises was full of the smell of alcohol; they were a group of drunk people.

"Yo, who's this chick? Crying so hard. Come with me, sis, I'll comfort your broken heart." The man's tone was both rascal and childish.

"Mr. Nelson, you're trying to pick up every girl in this place. What if you get possessed by a female ghost? Haha!"

"Damn, don't talk about such eerie things, it's creepy."

"There's flesh, blood, and crying, there's nothing scary about that!" The man called Mr. Nelson rubbed his chin and said with a lewd face, "We haven't played the train game in a long time. How about it, brothers? She's a beautiful chick."

Among them, some seemed to have the same interest, "Yes, Mr. Nelson, let's see who can last longer this time. Whoever loses will jerk off in front of everyone, how about it?"