Dong Zhuo's banquet was held in the main hall of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, brimming with golden goblets, jade cups, and delicacies covering every table. As an "exotic wonder from overseas," I was assigned a seat close to the master's table—a prime spot for playing dirty.
Diaochan, draped in a red gauze dress, stood out among the dancing girls. As she spun barefoot to the beat of the drums, the silver bells around her waist tinkled merrily, making the eyes of the guests bulge. Dong Zhuo was so mesmerized that drool was practically dripping onto his beard as his thick palms slapped the table repeatedly. "Splendid! Another dance!"
Taking advantage of the distraction, I secretly exchanged a glance with Diaochan. She gave a slight nod, her dance steps shifted, and her water sleeves swept past Dong Zhuo like a cloud. The old lecher reached out to grab her wrist, but Diaochan executed a light spin and gracefully tumbled into my arms.
Chapter 61