Demi-human Girls Completion Manual
Chapter 110 - 32. Pink Hall 2

Chapter 110: 32. Pink Hall 2

Even at the entrance, the ladies were anything but ordinary, encompassing a variety of styles: wild, delicate, gracious, gentle—everything one could imagine. Many a lady lit a cigarette and, with a beckoning wave toward Fisher below, easily provoked the aggressive desires of males.

Fisher averted his gaze, playing the honest role of a "guest from Schwali," but his acting was superb, for those who observed closely would notice his gaze fixated on the wondrous bodies of the ladies, never once shifting.

"How about it, Mister Andrew, not bad here, right?"

Trandell winked at Fisher, who pondered for a moment and then began to speak Nali language with an extreme "rustiness,"

"Very nice, Mister Trandell."

"That’s good, go on, call some more people over."

The two young girls leading the way blinked and waved at several ladies behind them who went to inform their superiors. Once Fisher and their party were seated, suitable ladies would be brought into the room as per their requests.

Trandell had a special room here, a spacious one divided into several independent soundproof chambers, as many gentlemen preferred the feeling of indulging alone. Trandell was already generously sitting on a big sofa at the center of the room, waving at the two young girls,

"Cigarettes, fine wines, and ladies, no ’Immortal Herbs’, all types welcome."

They smiled in agreement, took the drug extraction equipment out of the room, probably to inform the manager to prepare some things.

Not long after, waiters brought over cigarettes and wines. Fisher glanced and noticed that just the items on the table were worth a fortune, including several bottles not from Nali Kingdom; it was a mystery how they had gotten them.

Then, it was time for the gentlemen’s main course.

Several ladies with innocent and lovely visages slowly pushed open the door, each with a charming presence. Just as the door opened, Fisher felt a delightful breeze of scent hit his brain. The ladies were varied in style, some with heavy makeup and slightly older, others delicate, young, and lightly made up.

They didn’t stand still but freely sat on the sofas next to them, their postures both elegant and generous. The distance between men and women blurred at that moment; gentlemen needed just to beckon to taste the warm fragrance nearing them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today let us serve you..."

"Oh, Mister Trandell, you are really naughty, you made my back hurt for so long last week..."

Under such an alluring breeze, Trandell quickly floated away; the power of language made him ignore the fact that his body was becoming somewhat faint.

Since the ladies had said so, he believed he truly was strong!

The ladies by Fisher’s side didn’t make direct moves as they did with Trandell because they discerned that this was a new client. As for gentlemen, some still maintained considerable reserve, and it was the ladies’ task to make the other party naturally let down their guard and release their primitive nature.

The gradual approach helped gentlemen linger and reminisce, rather than perceiving these ladies with a blatantly lascivious direct impression. What they sought was utmost indulgence, an irresistible joy.

Just as Fisher was surveying the surroundings, pondering how to step outside, the room’s door suddenly opened again, and a brown-haired girl entered, taking in the room’s atmosphere. Compared to the other ladies’ enticing skirts, she looked quite out of place, wearing a white shirt and having just the top few buttons undone as if that alone captured the gentleman’s fascination.

The girl surveyed the room briefly, then her eyes locked onto Fisher, gleaming slightly, but then she spoke somewhat unnaturally,

"Sorry, I am here to serve you..."

Trandell raised his head from the comfort, looking toward the door at the girl dressed so differently, frowning,

"No, can you be a bit more professional, coming out to work like this? You..."

But, Fisher looked at her, his eyes dancing momentarily, then raised his hand, speaking in somewhat clumsy Nali language,

"No...no problem, I don’t mind, I quite like...this type."

Trandell was slightly taken aback, even in this indulgent state his acting was still plausible. His previously irked expression completely shifted when he saw the "distinguished guest" speak up, smiling he beckoned the girl,

"That’s right, come on over, sit over here. You’d better be careful, don’t mess things up, this gentleman is not ordinary, understand?"

The girl nodded, crossing past several ladies to sit by Fisher. The expressions of the nearby ladies changed, signaling to her from the shadows, but the young brown-haired girl seemed as if she saw nothing.

She slowly sat beside Fisher, at once, the scent of Schwali men’s cologne was almost too much for her; she wanted to cover her nose, but knowing she had to extract something from this Schwali man, she had to endure.

With tears in her eyes but helplessly glancing around at the displeased faces of the ladies, she clumsily opened a bottle on the table, poured a drink, handed it to Fisher, and began to speak,