Isabel Smith frowned, stopped in her tracks, planning to turn around and leave, but heard a soft, seductive moan coming from within: "Be gentle, it hurts a bit—"
She was very familiar with this voice; if it wasn't Evelyn Osbert, then who could it be?
Isabel's lips curled up coldly, and instead of turning around to leave, she firmly stood still, silently waiting in the dimly lit corner, glancing towards the balcony.
Although the balcony was dimly lit, Isabel could still clearly see Evelyn, who was wearing a black lace puff sleeve top that was half un-tucked, revealing her shoulders and a generous amount of white skin on her chest. The white high-waisted skirt was pushed up to her stomach, exposing her slender and beautiful legs.
The man in front of her had his entire face buried in Evelyn's chest, making it impossible for Isabel to tell who he was. Despite the man's clothes appearing neat, one hand was circling Evelyn's waist while the other reached under her skirt...