The twenty-third night of the borderline persons, Ireland's skirt (3), the mature woman dances, the seven sins descend!

Young people always have moments of loneliness and solitude, when the cold light falls, and a face pale as ashes quietly weeps alone.\ The lights sparkle, and two pairs of silver high heels step onto the marble stage. Like girls gliding over the water, a ripple stirs. In a fairy tale, the princess holds her hand and positions herself for the dance.\ The bands draw their strings and play majestic music.\ As the music begins, Irish long skirts twirl, the air is filled with a faint scent of perfume, the dance moves are graceful, and the positioning precise. Feather down raises its arms slowly, lifts its leg, and pauses. Classic ballet movements, extremely elegant, beautiful enough to captivate the heart.\ The world dances, strong and powerful, in a perfect tango. Dancing lightly, with beauty and charm, the expressions cut into everyone's heart like a beam of light; no one can help but be captivated by her.\ They simultaneously step into graceful spins, stunning dance moves, flawless footwork, approaching like water at dawn. At this moment, the mirror-like water surface is still, arms pass smoothly, and cherry blossom petals float among them.\ The music gradually reaches its climax and stops in a quiet posture. People halt all actions and laughter, knowing that the true dance begins from this moment.\ The snow-faced girls are about to amaze the world.\ The violinist gently plucks the strings; silence. Then the powerful and vast music plays, and flowing dance steps follow one another.\ ‘Are you keeping up, Feather Down?' The world asks as it spins among them.\ ‘Of course, okay!'\ At the finale, the girls step forward with their skirts flying, silver moonlight glinting from their shoes; in an instant, all eyes freeze, and no one can compare to them at this moment. Their skirts flutter, spinning 360 degrees. They land, lower their heads, silent and heavy, sitting quietly on the stage. The music ends!\Thunderous applause, strong and stirring, sweeps over everyone like a storm.\ Feather Down jolts up in disbelief; when did the girls become so dazzling? So dazzling that he can no longer keep up! Strong liquor slides down his throat, bitter and intense.\ ‘GOOD, ladies! You were amazing!' The guests at Table A-27 are extremely excited, waving their hands.\ Feather Down and the world exchange a glance, hooking.\Under everyone's eyes, the slender figure steps and spins, the skirt fluttering in front of him.\ ‘Oh, beautiful ladies, my name is Q-Yue,' he says, clasping the pure white hand and giving a deep, affectionate kiss.\ ‘Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Yue!'"The girl lifted her skirt and bowed.\" So, shall we play?" The restless hand could no longer stay still.\"Yes, that is my intention, sir!" Her eyes, full of charm, revealed her intentions.\ Her lips approached, about to kiss.\ Red liquid dripped down, the moon touched the top of her head, and rich red wine kept spilling down.\"Hey, move your hand, don't touch them!" The boy's hand gripped the knife blade tightly, spinning petals splashed out, the knife of envy from the seven deadly sins!\"What? You brat!" The knife tip engraved as the wine glass shattered, red liquid eroding the floor. The knife was sharp; at this moment, the black night tore and fell.
Music played here, and no one was performing. Everyone froze, a tremendous roar, the pitch-black night descended, amid glaring flames, fire rained down, hot streams danced wildly. The shadow of Canning stood in front, opened his mouth and said, "Show, time!" Rain poured fiercely, a piercing laughter.
PS: Okay, the climax. I was in a bad mood a few days ago and didn't update for two days, sorry. Canning returns, recruiting anger and lust, interested parties for these two roles can sign up. So, do you all understand why this chapter is called SKRIT? The MILF dances! Enjoy the read! There will be one more update tomorrow. For now, returning to one update per day, and also celebrating chapter 65, let's move toward 100!