Black Sail

Inside the Water Pavilion Autumn Moon.

The lights were soft and alluring, and the atmosphere was ambiguously warm.

Fine wines and dishes were served in abundance.

It triggered a series of swift actions.

Mika won the dice game, followed by a toast and a smooth swipe of benefits, as fluid as flowing clouds.

The warm-up speed defeated ninety-nine percent of Aran’s users.

There was a change of performers on stage, but compared to the person sitting next to Morison, the quality had obviously dropped, sluggish and neither graceful nor powerful.

So-called dance appreciation does not require much sophistication; if the coordinated movements of the body and steps intuitively convey beauty, that is wonderful.

Of course, there is also the option of taking a different approach, starting from the sexual visual impact, a Craig Halls show.

But no one cared about what was being performed on stage; in the wooden-partitioned private rooms, all guests were thoroughly enjoying themselves, having eaten their fill before heading upstairs.

Liszt pondered how to entrap the Bounty Hunters and take their Oath of Loyalty, employing both kindness and severity. As long as there was blood on your hands, you would have no choice but to choose a platform, and Black Sail was just perfect.