Su Lun watched as the short-haired woman quietly made her way towards the back storage room of the clubhouse, and he followed her discreetly with a glass of wine in his hand.
Su Lun's skills in disguise were anything but ordinary; his footsteps were light and his eyes gave off the perfect illusion of inebriation. As he walked, under the dim lights, he also covertly poured a colorless, odorless potion into the wine glass, resembling a sleazy man up to no good.
As the short-haired woman was about to quickly enter the storage room, Su Lun pretended to be overwhelmed by alcohol and staggered into her.
This collision conveniently splashed the wine from his glass onto the short-haired woman's nun's habit.
The habit was black, so the wetness did not show much, but the large damp patch clinging to her body made it uncomfortable, and the smell of alcohol pervaded.