Grenache walked across the wooden floor, the sharp click-clack of her black high heels echoing down the corridor like a haunting drumbeat.
A shoji door slid open, and a flushed man reeking of alcohol shouted, "Hey, I'm talking to you..."
He looked up and saw the red-haired Grenache, cutting his words short with a smirk. "Beauty, want to come play with us?" As he spoke, his hand reached out toward her thigh.
Chapter 162