Chapter 8 Her Waist Is Killing My Eyes

The car finally stopped at the prime location of the city. As soon as she got out of the car, Aylin was attracted by the imposing sign above her, reading "Paradise". Paradise? Aylin was interested. She hadn't been to a bar for three years, so she felt a little nostalgic. As soon as she stepped into Paradise, Aylin felt it was luxurious. The colorful lights and the deafening music excited Aylin. It was as if she had been suppressed for a long time, and at that moment, she became even more agitated. It was as if she would liberate herself in the next moment. David brought Aylin to the bar counter. When the bartender saw them, his hands paused for a moment. He had worked here for a year, but he had never seen David bring a woman here. "Hello, do you prefer something milder?" Hearing the bartender's question, Aylin waved her hand. "I want something strong."