819 Eyewitnesses

In the noisy bar, a man reeking of fish sat down in a booth, making the dancers next to him instinctively move away.

The next second, he slapped several gold coins onto the table, and those women who had been avoiding him returned with smiles plastered all over their faces.

They greedily snatched up the gold coins from the table and, enduring the nauseating smell of the sea, flung themselves onto the man, allowing him to grope and toy with them.

This was clearly not a place concerned with decency, so nobody cared about anything, both parties were merely playing their parts—one providing money and the other selling their bodies, every aspect was incredibly natural.

"You'd better have brought back some useful information this time," said the man seated in the booth, clutching a glass of fine wine, flanked by higher-class women.