TURN OFF THE LIGHT

It was a dark night.

The darkness shrouded the earth, and in a high-class entertainment club in S City, the lights were ambiguous and the music seductive.

On the stage.

A woman in a mask was swaying her stiff body.

The woman had a curvy figure, and her hair drooped to her waist like seaweed. She looked like a descending fairy.

The mask covered half of her face but couldn't conceal her beauty!

"Take off your mask, I'm offering ten thousand yuan!"

"Twenty thousand for each piece of your clothes, you have my words!"

"I have all the money, take it off now!"

Under the stage, those men were holding cigarettes and wads of red banknotes separately in their hands. They teased the dancing woman on the stage like a pet.

Lewd gazes landed blatantly on Lindsay Fowler's body.

She squinted coldly at the men off the stage, fought back the urge to puke, and continued to sway.

She needed money!

She needed lots of money!

Frivolous whistles rose and fell along with all sorts of unrepeatable obscenities. Behind the mask, Lindsay's delicate face instantly turned pale.

She had never expected this.

She used to be a proud princess. Somehow one day, she became so corrupt that she danced in a nightclub to earn a slender income.

Depraved as she was, she had her bottom line.

Therefore, she rejected the requests from those sleazy men without the slightest hesitation, "Sorry, that's all my performance today!"

Following her words, she turned to leave.