Chapter 186: The French Women's Dress Corps (4K)

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In the pitch-dark alley outside the Coburg Theatre, a pair of eyes glinting with criminal intent lay hidden.

Clutching a knife, with mud spots on his blue trouser legs, the ruffian surveyed the throng of prostitutes at the theater's front door, calculating how to abduct and rob one who was alone.

At a loss, the ruffian suddenly noticed a lady of distinguished appearance, with delicate makeup, approaching the alley in a beige long dress.

His heart leaped with joy as he eyed the lady with ill intent, his gaze traveling up and down her form, and a new plan formed in his mind—perhaps after robbing her, he might consider some relaxation.

He quickly pressed his body against the wall to avoid detection, waiting for the lady to draw near so he could tenderly caress her delicate neck with his blade.