Lorraine forced a mocking expression onto her pain-stricken face:
“Can’t take it already?
This cycle has been happening at the Kingfisher Bar for ages.
Sometimes it lasts a year or two, sometimes just a few months.
Women are harvested like cabbages, crop after crop.
There are always old ones dying, and always new ones being kidnapped, tricked, or sold in…”
“As long as Samira is in charge, the Kingfisher Bar will be like a harvester, continuously reaping the youth and lives of women to churn out heavy Gold Pounds.”
As Lorraine poured her heart out, Levi began to guess what her scheme might be.
He looked at Lorraine and spoke:
“Now, tell me.
What is it you’re planning?”
Lorraine nodded, her gaze turning resolute:
“Kill Samira, and I will take over the Kingfisher Bar.”
Levi fell into silence again.
His experiences from his past life made him understand that these tragedies couldn’t be solved simply by killing one Samira.
He asked with a hint of distrust:
“Once you take over the Kingfisher Bar, will you really be able to change things?
The bar will still be under the Hyena Gang’s control, and it still needs to turn a profit.”
Lorraine replied, clearly prepared:
“Of course, I can’t change everything, but I will do my best to improve it.
I’ll screen them—those who want to continue as hostesses can stay; those who don’t will be given their freedom, or they can stay as dancers, singers, or waitresses.
At the same time, I’ll improve their treatment, forbid the thugs from using violence against them, give them a larger cut to improve their lives, ensure proper hygiene and safety measures, and provide medical care for those who fall ill…”
Lorraine spoke fluently; it was clear these thoughts had been in her mind for a long time.
By the standards of current society, this was indeed very progressive thinking.
He couldn’t ask for more from her.
He looked at Lorraine, gaining a new perspective on this seemingly frivolous yet beautiful woman.
Some of the things that had happened before started to become interesting.
Levi thought for a moment and asked again:
“So, you don’t actually like women?
You just use that as a front to provide sanctuary for some of them?
Just like you’re protecting me?”
Lorraine smiled:
“I do have the intention of providing them sanctuary, but…”
Her face flushed, and she said sheepishly:
“Due to certain special reasons, my desires are quite strong, so I can accept both men and women.”
“…”
Levi didn’t pursue the topic, instead asking:
“How do you plan to ‘kill’ Madam Red?”
Lorraine gave a meaningful smile:
“Every month, there is an opportunity to kill Madam Red.”
“And the next opportunity happens to be tomorrow.”
…
Late at night, Kingfisher Bar.
The usual clamor had faded.
The patrons had either left or were sleeping in guest rooms with their chosen hostesses.
In the first-floor hall, only a few cleaners were wiping the floors and tables, preparing for tomorrow’s madness.
Third floor, Madam Red Samira’s office.
Samira lay on a chaise longue just as she did during the day, her short, thick legs propped up on a large locked chest.
One hand swirled a goblet of red liquid, while the other held a thick cigar.
The lewd, suggestive melody still echoed in the room.
In this somewhat ambiguous atmosphere, Samira, who had been dozing with her eyes closed, opened them and looked out the window.
The Red Moon hung high in the sky, emitting a faint blood-red glow.
Through the window, it cast strange, distorted shadows onto the tabletop.
As if drawn by a magnet, Samira stared straight at the Red Moon, watching it for a long time.
A moment later, she took a small sip of the red liquid in her goblet.
Suddenly, her eyes turned crimson, and long fangs sprouted from her thick lips.
Tufts of fur began to burst from her face and various parts of her body.
“Oh…”
Samira let out a groan mixed with pain and desire.
She stood up, arranged three candles on the table, and scattered some essential oils and rose petals.
Then, she looked at the large locked chest, a smile full of evil and lust spreading across her face.
Samira took out a key, inserted it into the lock, and opened the chest.
A whimpering sound arose.
Inside the chest, a naked young woman looked up in terror.
Her hands were tied behind her back, her mouth was gagged with a handkerchief, and she was curled up, unable to move.
Her fair skin was covered in rope burns and bleeding wounds.
Samira examined the woman as if she were a piece of art, savoring her trembling body.
“Biki, of all the Kingfishers, you are my favorite.
I spared no effort to make you the star attraction.
Now, it is time to repay me.”
With that, she removed the handkerchief from Biki’s mouth.
Biki gasped for air while pleading:
“Madam, please let me go!
I’m willing to keep making money for you, lots and lots of money!
Please, have mercy…”
Samira gave a mocking smile:
“What are you saying?
This is your best chance.
Even a lowly existence like you can receive the glory of serving my Lord.”
She grabbed Biki’s long hair, roughly hauled her up, and pressed her onto the table where the three candles were set.
Having done this, the desire in Samira’s eyes could no longer be extinguished.
She spread her arms and called out with an expression of near-ecstasy:
“Come, let us praise my Lord together!”
Saying this, Samira slowly pulled out a small Female Statue wrapped in a transparent membrane from within her body.
This statue was exactly like the one Jason had stolen from the Hyena Gang, filled with filth and allure.
Devoutly and fanatically, Samira placed the statue in the center of the three candles and peeled away the wet membrane.
Instantly, a cold, oppressive aura enveloped the entire room.
But Samira was completely oblivious, feeling only a feverish desire coursing through her entire body.
Driven by this desire, she impatiently began to torment Biki.
Biki let out a miserable scream, her smooth, fair skin shimmering with a pitiable luster in the night.
With her heart twisted by perverted lust, Samira picked up her cigar.
“Ah!!!”
Biki’s screams became even more shrill, her eyes filled with immense agony.
Her entire body tensed up, writhing like an earthworm with its tail cut off.
Samira smelled the scent of burning flesh and wore an expression of ecstasy.
After countless unions of flesh and fire, Samira’s perverted desire seemed to have reached its threshold.
She stuck the cigar into her mouth and took a deep drag, making the embers glow even brighter.
Then, she looked toward Biki’s rear and flashed a cruel smile.