Chapitre 219: The perfect set

What was the perfect set? For the four whoresmen...it's always been one thing, and one thing only—mythical…drunk…sluts…

In a 4v4 at the bar between the Fracking Crew and the four beauties, Ben's eyes glowed as he stared at the status screen of his target.

[Target's current attraction level: attracted(+2 slut bonus)(+2 drunk bonus)]

[Target's current comfort level: invalid(drunk status)]

Swallowing, he couldn't help but grin, as a tune started up in his head…

'I like…drunk…sluts and I can not lie!

You other brothers can't deny!

That when a girl walks in and is slurrin' in your face

You try to take her to your place

Plus I'm hung! Gonna do her rough

'Cause I noticed she won't shut up

Like alcohol she's smellin'

I'm desperate and can't bother carin'

Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha

Cause you had a pitcher

My homeboys tried to warn me

Don't let her drink more (or you'll need an attorney!)