Rose Young's Dream (Part I)

Jazz music softly played throughout the dimly-lit high-class bar. It wasn't labelled as an "exclusive" bar, but only those with deep pockets could afford its price tags on the drinks, snacks, entertainment and the ambience. At the moment, there weren't a lot of people, so the atmosphere was mellow and easy-going. The bartender wasn't rushing to finish orders and was even chatting with the guests.

Rose Young was currently at this bar, waiting for her friend to arrive. She was wearing a little black dress with a plunging neckline. There was no worry of breasts accidentally popping out because she didn't have any. Her body might be flat on both the bust and the butt, but at least she had a pretty face. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous in any way, but as a successful business executive, she had the alluring aura of an ambitious and independent woman about her.

There were certainly a few men in the bar who tried hitting on her, only to be flatly rejected.