[A|N: This chap contains wild things so beware!]
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"Master Roger, please come over here!" Angie, who had prepared the invitation, led Roger to a higher floor.
"Here is the invitation."
Roger looked at a black card made of an unknown crystal in his hand, "Angie, I have a question."
"You say."
"Why is your brothel called Taste of the Sea?"
"Haha,... When you go in, you will know what the smell of the sea is." The fox man sniffed, looking intoxicated. Roger immediately understood Angie intent. How could he, who had seen countless women, not know what the smell of sea meant? He asked, "Did you come up with this name?"
"Yes! I was the one who named it before." The fox man was quite proud. "How is it? Isn't it very unique and full of artistic conception?"
"Haha, you are such a little genius. It's a pity that you haven't wrote a book." Roger said with a smile.
