Wearing a flaming red hooded windbreaker, long black hair curled out from the hat, like the night flowing down, the deep red lipstick made her skin pale and sickly, the smoky eye shadow intertwined with the twinkling eyes, she twisted her curvy body, her thick lips were slightly open, and the beautiful figure in the smoke seemed to be competing with the ancient red wine. She is a witch who fell in love with the witch in the tavern. She is the poison of men and the source of jealousy of women. Strong wine cannot conquer her, and gold coins and gems have never entered her eyes like late at night.