C570 Please Mourn for Them!

The creaking sound of the bed.

The light was dim.

The smell of alcohol permeated the air, mixing with the smell of perfume on the woman's body.

The soft moans and heavy breathing intertwined, creating a primitive melody for humans.

After a while.

The sound stopped.

The man on the bed turned over and found a pack of cigarettes on the bedside table.

He lit it up