The handsome bartender watched them hook up before his very eyes and saw Anzumiko leave with this man without even knowing who he was, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing softly, "People these days, they really are too casual..."
Anzumiko had no idea that the bartender was still worried about her, and even if she had known, she would have thought he was being nosy.
Half-drunk and half-awake, she followed the man into his car, and then half-drunk and half-awake, was taken back to his home, where, naturally, they rolled in the sheets all night.
When she awoke the next morning, Anzumiko looked at the man still sleeping beside her and a sneer formed on her lips.
Perhaps to others, it seemed like this man was playing her.
But in her own eyes, she was the one playing with this man.
There was really nothing Anzumiko didn't want to do that someone could force her to do.
And to her, all these men were nothing more than her playthings.