The night in the Magic City is like a piece of velvet soaked in ink, wrapped in a halo of neon, making the gilded signboards in the sky and the world even more flamboyant. The two white marble lions at the door exuded a bit of majesty, while the two tall beauties standing on either side were dressed in red dark pattern cheongsams with fine pearls embroidered on the necklines. The skirts were slit to the middle of the thigh, revealing a section of white and slender calves. They were standing on black stilettos, and their postures were as tall as pine trees. They had standard but distant smiles on their faces, their eyes calmly glanced at the passing cars, their fingertips gently rested on the buckles on both sides of the cheongsam, and every time they raised their hands to straighten their hair, they carried a deliberately trained elegance, but inadvertently revealed a trace of unnoticeable fatigue - this was the third group of distinguished guests they had received tonight, and the two in front of them obviously had a good background.
