Chapter 466: XCVII. Stand Up
As the famous minstrel group, Heart Garden, sauntered into room 818,
even Galen was taken aback.
Saleret, in the midst of his drink, paused tactically, his hand suspending a bottle in midair, staring fixedly.
The trio’s eyes went round as saucers, confronted with the kind of sublime, "holy smokes" women one simply wouldn’t encounter in real life.
Because they were professionals at this.
Even women with inherently higher beauty might now fall short in comparison, as every design aimed to capture men’s hearts. And considering they themselves were second-rate musicians, who had their moment touring and performing, their visual appeal was impeccable, the ultimate arm candy.
With glamorous makeup and hairstyles, each had big, wavy locks tied in unique styles to avoid overlapping personas within the group, and each had a different hair color.
Their eyeshadow glinted like star-studded skies, the backless cuts of their gowns mapped tantalizing trails up to forbidden paradises, below the high slits of their skirts hung suspender belts over sheer lace stockings, their waists swayed delicately like slender willows in the breeze, their lofty figures resembling those of stage actresses, their colorful high heels clicking rhythmically to tug at one’s heartstrings.
Just one of them was enough to break through the heavens with her beauty and figure, let alone six together. It was as if the brilliant lights of Duguli below were a blurred, glittering reflection of the Milky Way.
Even Rein was dumbstruck. Who wouldn’t be dazed? Those fifteen Golden Dragons were damn well spent.
"First, adjust the equipment."