So Droste found the seat in the middle and sat down on it. He gently took off his coat and held it in his hands. His body quickly adapted to the softness of the seat and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The theater's seats are very sophisticated, and each seat has been carefully designed to ensure that the audience feels comfortable even after watching for a long time. It uses bright red color, which is in harmony with the theater's interior decoration style.

Moreover, the internal padding of this seat is particularly soft and thick. Sitting on it is like sinking into a piece of soft quicksand, and every part of the body is perfectly supported.

The armrests on both sides of the seats are practical and can be folded away. I don’t know who this benefits.

"It's much more comfortable than the chair at home."

A smile bloomed on Droste's lips. He looked around and glanced left and right. Suddenly he realized a problem - he was now sitting between the two women. He had no idea who he should turn around and follow, and make a complaint at the same time!
He didn't know who to talk to!

Damn it! Shura Field!

Phoenix was on the left and Mrs. Isabel was on the far right, and the two of them sandwiched Droste in the middle.

Droste touched his nose calmly, then concentrated on the opening of the drama in front of him. Phoenix pouted imperceptibly and glanced at Droste's actions, while Mrs. Isabel covered her mouth with her hand and laughed softly.

As the play began, the three people's attention was drawn to it.

The story begins with the three protagonists returning to the city. They have completed their adventure and are admired by everyone.

The brave Xin Meir's enthusiastic, positive and sunny smile was displayed in front of everyone, and his tone was light and optimistic.

"Flillian! I told you so many times that the treasure chest monster is a trap, but you still fell for it. You are crazy."

Everyone laughed.

Later, when the brave hero Xinmeier gradually grew old and was finally carried into the coffin, Fulilian's expression changed slightly, and everyone in the theater lamented the passing of life.

The entire theater was filled with a sense of solemnity and regret.

Phoenix was watching the play seriously, but she also glanced at Droste next to her. Seeing that Droste was also concentrating on watching the play and didn't even notice her gaze, Phoenix blushed slightly, thinking about the psychological preparation that the woman had made with her.

The gorgeous woman in a simple maid outfit, in Droste's room, gently hooked her chin, breathed sweetly, and said those words.

"Isn't it easy to take the initiative?"

"Come, sister will teach you."

"A woman's weapon is her body. She must use it well."

"Take the initiative... to..."

Those charming words suddenly echoed in Phoenix's mind, causing her heart to suddenly palpitate. Her heart beat faster and faster, and that palpitation made Phoenix feel that she had infinite courage.

Do it! Just do it and it's done!

Phoenix's eyes glowed slightly, a light that even had some strange pink stars.

Very seductive.

In the distance, the succubus Niguled was learning massage techniques at home. Suddenly, she felt the subtle psychological hints she had set up, and she couldn't help but smile slightly, revealing a somewhat charming expression.

"Are you finally ready to take action? Kitty..."

"You better try your best..."

After saying this, Nigrede pushed up the half-lens on her nose and licked her rosy lips. …

Droste was so absorbed in watching the play that he suddenly felt a hand touching his coat.

But Droste didn't care that much. His indifference seemed to give the hand more courage. The delicate knuckles began to climb up the coat, gradually climbing over the not-so-thin coat, and finally reached the innermost part of the coat.

"Well……"

Droste felt his heart tighten, and the feeling of being held made him feel a little strange, but he remained calm, his body still upright, staring at the stage in front of him.

Mrs. Isabel is such a naughty girl, she wants it again now.

It seems that the absurdity in the fitting room just now was not enough to satisfy Mrs. Isabel. Now she is being so naughty in a theater with so many people.

Feeling the slightly cool fingertips sliding across his thighs, the stimulating cool sensation, coupled with the noisy and grand dramatic scene, made Droste even feel a little dizzy.

The drama on stage continued, the actors' acting was wonderful, and their voices were loud and emotional.

One sound after another, time and again, Droste squinted his eyes slightly, feeling the slightly clumsy fingers, and he reached out his own hand.

Mrs. Isabel, you will be punished for being so naughty.

I wonder if Mrs. Isabel is nervous, she is so clumsy and unskilled. It seems that she is really slacking off and has not practiced much these days.

It should be punished.

Droste's hand slowly reached out from his coat, moved along the seat, over the armrest, and finally touched Mrs. Isabel's thigh.

At that moment, Droste clearly felt Mrs. Isabel's trembling, as if she couldn't believe it.

Droste turned his head slightly and saw that Mrs. Isabel was also looking at him, with a shy expression and a hint of dissatisfaction.

While playing with Mrs. Isabel's gorgeous and elastic legs, the gap between her legs was almost non-existent and soft.

It is said that this is because women's fat content is always higher than men's.

This thought flashed through Droste's mind, and he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why does Mrs. Isabel look a little incredulous? Wasn't it Mrs. Isabel who teased her first?

Droste's palm gradually moved downwards, feeling Mrs. Isabel's increasingly excited and nervous response, and the idea in his mind gradually became clearer.

Droste felt a little strange. If it was Mrs. Isabel's palm, it should be the holding posture of Mrs. Isabel's left hand.

But now, after carefully feeling the touch coming from his body, Droste felt that it seemed to be done with his right hand.

Left hand...right hand...slow motion...

!

Droste suddenly shuddered, and an answer that was a little unbelievable to him emerged in his mind.

Then isn't this right hand Phoenix's right hand? !

No wonder it's so clumsy, no wonder it's so gentle, no wonder it's in such a strange posture! (End of this chapter)