Eldritch Horror Theatre

Adapting to local customs meant it was impolite to keep turning people down.

Having suddenly been thrown into a place like this—and with no task prompt appearing yet—Fu Qian had no desire to stir up chaos for now.

It was inconvenient with so many eyes watching. If this woman was willing to move to a private space, the situation would be much easier to handle.

Those were the practical considerations, but factoring in his own interest gave him even more reason to agree.

Right now, this perfumed young woman was clearly drawing a lot of attention from the surrounding crowd.

And the state of this crowd was very interesting.

First of all, almost everyone was just like this woman—dressed in gorgeous, flamboyant clothes and meticulously groomed from head to toe.

Their manners and speech overflowed with grace, presenting a perfect picture of high society at a single glance.

Fu Qian wasn't a fan of this kind of pretentious social posturing, but he didn't exactly hate it, either.

If he had to put it into words, they didn't quite seem human.

They were impeccably dressed and perfectly poised, but they simply didn't feel human.

Standing at the center of their attention, Fu Qian felt like he had just walked into a pack of animals in heat.

So, his interest lay in seeing how this crowd would react to losing a prime mating prospect like this young woman.

Sure enough, the moment he accepted her advance, the people in front of him reacted.

However, things didn't play out as expected. No strapping males stepped up to fight for mating rights; instead, another woman stepped forward.

Compared to the young woman, this newcomer appeared slightly older, giving off a more mature and glamorous allure.

Elegantly releasing her male companion's arm, she walked straight up to Fu Qian, her fluffy brown curls almost brushing against him.

"Truly charming!"

Staring straight at Fu Qian, she took a deep breath of the surrounding air.

"That goes without saying."

Even though the scene was unfolding a bit weirdly, Fu Qian's response remained entirely immodest.

"Then what do you think of me?"

The brunette chuckled lightly, clasping her hands together to deliberately showcase her towering cleavage.

"Very nice!"

Unexpectedly, before Fu Qian could even offer his review, the young woman beside him leaned in first.

Faced with this blatant theft of affection, the young woman merely giggled and pressed herself tightly against the brunette.

"Truly very nice!"

"You're not bad yourself!"

In a scenario that would normally spark a catfight, the brunette instead wrapped her arms around the young woman, gazing deeply into her eyes.

Their two masked faces were less than three centimeters apart, their fiery breaths practically spraying onto each other's skin.

Oh, wait—they were already spraying.

The next moment, their lips and tongues entangled.

'Not bad!'

Plagiarizing the previous critique, Fu Qian didn't say anything more and simply sat down in an adjacent seat.

On one side, the brunette's male companion—a middle-aged man with slightly greying hair—was watching the two intimate women with absolute obsession.

On his other side sat a tall man with long hair.

"You don't need to rush to entertain us, just take care of the ladies first."

Seeing Fu Qian sit down, the long-haired man smoothly handed him a glass of wine.

"Is that so? It looks like they don't really need any looking after."

Fu Qian glanced back. The two women had already rolled together.

Amidst their intimate friction, a large expanse of bare skin was exposed.

'I often feel out of place among you guys because I'm just not perverted enough.'

Sighing in admiration, Fu Qian took the glass, set it on the table, and sized up the man who had taken the initiative to speak to him.

Compared to the rest, the long-haired man dressed somewhat normally.

Of course, this normality was only relative. It merely meant his flamboyance was dialed back just enough that he didn't look like a walking chandelier at first glance.

He wore a butterfly-shaped mask. Unlike most, its surface was a dazzling, flashy blue.

More importantly, unlike the brunette's voyeuristic companion, this man didn't radiate that thick aura of being in heat.

In fact, they were polar opposites.

Sitting there, not only did he lack any obvious arousal, but his entire demeanor was unnaturally peaceful.

Every single movement and every syllable he spoke was perfectly measured and impeccable.

Yet, it was precisely this trait that made him seem even more bizarre.

"You don't seem fully engaged."

Hearing Fu Qian's words, the long-haired man let out a low chuckle and pointed into the distance.

"But it doesn't matter. After all, this is only the beginning. You will blend in soon enough."

"Is that so? Then I'm very much looking forward to it."

Following the direction he pointed, Fu Qian glanced over. It seemed a few more people had joined the dance floor.

Bizarre sounds mingled with the music, making the entire space increasingly suggestive.

"This is humanity in its complete form."

The long-haired man greatly appreciated the scene, letting out a string of praises.

"Amidst unrestrained caresses, pleasure grows recklessly."

"Only the incompetent suppress their desires. It is a pity that most of humanity is both cowardly and incompetent."

"Do you know what is most worth celebrating?"

"What is it?"

Fu Qian looked at this chatty fellow, who was flashing an impeccable smile.

"It's that we are not like them."

"The word 'we' should be used cautiously. After all, the differences between people are indeed much larger than one might imagine."

Fu Qian deeply agreed with the man's statement.

"It's just that I haven't seen your unrestrained indulgence yet."

"My methods are somewhat different from yours."

The long-haired man's reply suddenly turned slightly mysterious.

"This method requires a special talent, so it isn't suitable for everyone."

'So even in this state, you actually get a different kind of thrill?'

Fu Qian nodded thoughtfully.

Clatter!

Right at that moment, the sound of shattering glass rang out.

Looking up, he saw that the two enchanting bodies had collapsed onto the table, knocking Fu Qian's wine glass to the floor.

The two tangled women had already taken off their masks, revealing heavily made-up faces.

The sounds of their entanglement overlapped with the suggestive echoes of the hall. Fu Qian felt the breathing of the crowd around him grow heavy, driving the sleaziness index to a new high.

'Is the atmosphere finally heating up?'

Fu Qian could sense this crowd gradually forming a single collective, leaving only him completely out of place.

While he was lost in thought, the prone brunette happened to look over.

Their eyes met. Her lust-filled gaze was misty, seemingly harboring some sort of magic meant to awaken the deepest desires in a person's heart.

Unfortunately, the only thing she received in response was Fu Qian's dead-fish stare.

A few seconds later, her expression shifted to confusion, followed immediately by drastic terror.

Sitting up abruptly, she pointed a trembling finger at Fu Qian, forcing the air from her lungs to squeeze out a scream.

"He... he doesn't have an Invitation Letter!"

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