Andrew quickly realized that in Dream Paradise, the so-called foreign masseuses that everyone raved about were not actually imported at all.

They were just local girls wrapped up in fancy packaging, and they only knew a handful of common phrases. Yet, somehow, their broken Eastonian still managed to charm young men into emptying their wallets just for a chance to be here.

Sighing, Andrew muttered, "Man, ignorance is a scary thing."

The woman on his left immediately switched gears, dropping