Inside, it was smoky as fuck.

Cigars, vaping, cigarettes, the Koreans and Japanese loved their smoking.

Cancer was just a vague word.

And certainly, lung cancer wasn't going to get in the way of their partying.

The couches weren't jush plush, they were just super comfortable, like the big titted comfort girls who were not only here for fun, but to fleece the Captains of the Asian Tiger. Hyundai, Mazda, Samsung, KIA, all the CEO's were represented here.

On the stage, the micro bikini dancers gyrated in groups,  holding bottles of oil.

'Genki desu ka,' said one big-busted Japanese dancer, wearing a tiny pink outfit, while pouring more oil on her playmate until there was hardly no friction between the heavenly rubbing bodies.

'I think we just found paradise,' said Max, who was feeling frisky.



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