Injured

By now, Seraphine was starting to get tipsy and feel dizzy, losing control over her coordination to a certain extent. This was due to the drugs mixed into the air. Strangely enough, it made her feel liberated and gave the strength to do whatever she wanted.

Right now, after winning multiple rounds of card games— this being due to both her luck and skills— and few other games here and there, the girl felt quite smug. Sitting on the couch, she raised her legs over the table and wore a conceited look on her face while she looked at them.

On her sides were two women trying to warm up to her. In midst of her hazy state, she did entertain women just to get a rile out of the men here, and maybe her continuous winning streak gathered a lot of women to her side, wanting to brush up her favor.

Certainly her looks were a factor. She was a breath of fresh air amongst these greasy men having a foul breath.

Laughing arrogantly, Seraphine stood up and condes