This Whisky Bar must be run by an American. It had the distinct ambiance of an American Godfather movie. The space itself had a strong textural feel, with all seating upholstered in signature velvet and waxed leather—materials that alone defined the environment. The aroma of cigars occasionally wafted through the air.
The man didn't dare continue that topic. Instead, every time the female violinist walked past, he stared at her with leering eyes. On her last pass, he even reached out and groped her, eliciting a scream from the girl. He smirked with furtive delight. "The outside world is truly fascinating, much better than hanging around in those Gambling Cities. Thank goodness I escaped."
Xu Si took a sip of whisky. The woody aroma rolled down her throat, releasing a rich, intense flavor.
"Despicable."
