"Are all of you useless?" Melody Thorne's words were directed at the people in the surveillance footage.
The people in the monitoring room had already noticed Melody Thorne's presence and called Cole O'Connell to ask what they should do now.
Cole O'Connell responded, telling them to ensure Melody Thorne's safety at all costs.
The hotel security quickly surrounded the area. A few people entered the bar's office. Melody Thorne, somewhat unable to watch, looked at the dancing crowd in the bar's dance floor below. Inside, several people's clothes were completely stripped off, and they were doing the bridge pose. Beneath them were thin, long silver needles fixed in place; the sensation from those needles was indescribable.
"Prince, are you satisfied?" the bar manager asked obsequiously.
"It's okay," Timmy said, hands in his pockets. "If only there were some chess incense burners, the needles could be inserted in the middle."
Manager: "..."
This is a bar, after all.
