On the dim, hazy dance floor, the crowded air was filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol.
Currently, Rowling Keith was holding a bottle of brandy as he swayed headily on the dance floor with Jennifer, the most beautiful woman in the company.
Jennifer was in her thirties, with a hot, alluring figure sheathed in a sexy dance skirt. Her enchanting body kept twisting to the rhythm of the dance floor, causing everyone's imagination to run wild.
"Ella, you're mesmerizing tonight."
Keith stretched out his hand with bleary eyes, trying to touch her figure. However, there was only a gentle laugh in his ears. He did not know when, but Jennifer had already moved behind him.
Keith chuckled and quickly turned around to hold her. The both of them left the dance floor, bodies pressed together, and walked out of the bar.