It was 2am.
Accompanied by deafening music, figures in the dance floor tirelessly swayed their bodies, lost in the waves of the music. The flickering lights weaved through the crowd, stopping at a woman.
She wore a dark purple low-cut dress with a slit that revealed her long, slender legs. As she walked, the men's eyes were shamelessly fixed on her, but she seemed unfazed, holding her head high with her sharp chin and soft red curls swaying with her steps. Her red lips and seductive eyes fixed on the men in front of her.
They were her targets for the night, and she knew her advantage. As a beauty like her, few men would refuse her. So, she confidently approached a man, sat down beside him, crossed her legs, revealing her smooth thighs, and wrapped her hand around his neck, her voice sultry, "Won't you buy me a drink?"