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The flickering lights, the dazzling dance music, people unleashing their screams in abandon, and the lightly-dressed sexy dancing girl performing with wild abandon on the central stage of the bar, her skirt as thin as the leaves of a Yucash Tree.
Desire, indulgence, screams – these made up everything here.
This was Yucash Tree Bar, the most famous and chaotic bar in South City of Saint Joen.
Here, a diverse crowd blended: gang members, strippers, ordinary conglomerate employees, mercenaries, wanderers, and even progeny from senator families.
All walks of life gathered, and sitting at the two-meter-long bar, right next to a white-collar woman lamenting over the fluffiness of her cake, could be a madman from a gang who wouldn't blink an eye at murder.
Chaos and disorder were the main melody here.
But such chaos and disorder allowed people to indulge without restraint, to throw the invisible mountains from their shoulders into the chaotic dance floor, and to scream loudly.