Recently, the Queen of the Night had been opening earlier and earlier, especially for the generous VIP clients. For them, it practically ran 24/7.0

However, to the slight disappointment of the patrons, the stockings made from Devil’s Silk had quietly vanished from the bar. They had been replaced entirely by nylon imitations.0

While it was arguably more convenient, people couldn’t help but feel that something was missing.2

After all, humans weren’t mere animals. Beyond physical desires, they also longed for a touch of spiritual fulfillment. The indestructible Devil’s Silk had elevated otherwise vulgar dancing into something with at least a hint of artistry.0

And what could provoke the desire to conquer more than the act of refusal?0

People might have complained that the material was too durable, but ironically, they were more willing to pay for it because of that.0

Yet, when it came to banning the Devil's Silk artworks, the Queen of the Night’s owner, Rob, had been resolute in his decision.0

Even though he had been the first to profit from it.0

The side publication of the Survivor's Daily mocked his girls, which he didn’t mind, neither he...0