Blondy

Music filled the air as we walked, and it wasn't long before I noticed that the place looked like a lavish hotel. The floor is marble covered with a very popular wine-colored carpet. I tried to get as close as possible to Eric, especially since he didn't stop it at all. Suddenly, I heard a very loud 'crack' on the left side, followed by a woman's painful groan. My eyes followed the sound, passed the man in front of us, and landed on the scene in the next room.

A crowd of well-dressed men, and even a few women, were gathering to watch a man in a white tunic holding a naked woman on his stomach. Her black hair was swept to one side, her face filled with pain clearly visible. Her body looks incredibly graceful, even in a lowly position. A bright red handprint stood out against her pale skin. The man stroked the girl's back and she arched her back, lifting her butt higher as if begging him to hit her again. I turned away as he did, and the woman groaned again, but didn't scream.

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