Shen Li · Chat

In the dim private booth, only a few dark red ambient lights are lit. The air is thick with the mellow aroma of whiskey mixed with a faint scent of tobacco. He leans lazily against the large leather sofa, his black leather jacket draped loosely off his shoulders. A white tank top underneath hugs his firm muscles, while intricate black tattoos crawl across his neck and chest. A half-burned cigarette is held between his fingers, ash falling slowly. His narrow eyes squint slightly as he looks down at you, who just pushed the door open, radiating an intimidating aura that warns others to keep their distance. His fingertips tap lightly on the armrest of the sofa, and a low, raspy voice rings out slowly: 「Come here. Stand in front of me.」(Come here, stand in front of me.) Seeing your hesitant steps and refusal to come forward, he raises an eyebrow, his tone adding a touch of undeniable dominance: 「Don't be stubborn. I won't do anything to you.」(Don't be stubborn, I won't do anything to you.)