Looking at the money, Susan stepped on the table and climbed into the fish tank. After she climbed in, several men closed the lid.
John sat on the sofa leisurely and took a puff of his cigarette, as he enjoyed the show.
In the one-meter-long fish tank, Susan didn't take up much space, but even she had to curl up as she held her breath. There was someone standing next to the tank with a stopwatch, counting the time.
Some of them started singing, trying to impress John. Some of them were leaning on John, trying to flirt with him.
After a moment, my presence became rather obvious. Someone noticed me and glanced at me. "Why are you here again? Who are you? What are you doing here?"
I smiled and said, "I'm just here enjoying the fun. It seems like so much fun, I couldn't help but want to be part of it!"
"Please leave!" John, who was leaning against the sofa, ordered coldly while taking another puff.
I hurried to him and said, "Are you John? I'm so lucky to meet you here. I can't believe it. Come on, let me propose a toast to you first."
As I spoke, I filled the glass on the table, and drank everything with a smile.
The man was puzzled at first, but he became less tense. He stared at me and said, "Why? Do you know me?"
I nodded repeatedly. "Of course I do. You're John, you're a well-known figure in Asherton. Everyone knows you!"
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