It's Your Turn

At this moment, Yvonne, who used to have a domineering attitude, was nowhere to be seen.

Cynthia's cold gaze turned to Naomi. "Miss Sweeney, it's your turn."

Upon hearing this, Naomi stared at Cynthia with intense hatred. Her eyes carried more resentment than vengeful spirits, as if she wanted to drag Cynthia into the depths of hell.

"Knowing that Miss Sweeney has thin skin, shall we proceed to the next step directly?" Cynthia's tone was indifferent, but it inexplicably sent shivers down Naomi's spine.

She suddenly raised her eyes and met Cynthia's icy gaze. The center of her forehead throbbed violently.

Cynthia's cool voice sounded deliberately, "You lost, and you have to go to the square for a striptease. Don't tell me you've forgotten?"

Naomi felt a chilling sensation, and her face turned deathly pale with a 'swish.'

Unable to continue pretending to be fragile, her gaze turned sinister, resembling a venomous snake baring its fangs.