Hopeless Part2

Clarissa Huxley, a twenty-nine-year-old woman, looks even more tragic than Emma Huxley. By ordering a taxi online, she was already in a minibar.

Maybe this is already her tenth glass. It's just a small glass, but able to make her begin to lose consciousness.

"Hahaha..! See! My uncle has called me fifty-five times. Did You see it?! Ahhh shit! My battery is going to run out!" Clarissa showed her phone screen with a satisfied grin. A bearded man next to her stared in confusion.

"You know why he called me?" Clarissa asked with a big hiccup.

The bearded man shook his head again, but his gaze stared wildly at Clarissa.

At that time, Clarissa was wearing a skirt with a length up to her knees. A slit stretched down the side of her right thigh. Clarissa wore a blue coat, which she mixed and matched with a white blouse that had a V-slit that was too low. Over and over again, the man's eyes stared at Clarissa's chest and thighs.