Weixiong had arrived at the scene. After paying the money, he was arranged to a small compartment separated by a wooden wall. The compartment was very small, only one meter away from front, back, left and right. There was a small light on the ceiling, a high chair on the ground, and a hook for hanging clothes on the right wall; there was a small shelf on the left wall, a pack of toilet paper, a can of drinks with straws, and several paper cups; there was a small square window that could not be opened with thirty centimeters wide.There is a small hole on the right side with a pair of small headphones for Walkman, and there is even a volume adjustment next to it. There is a closed 10-centimeter wooden door below, and a piece of paper with words is posted next to it. It is about to tell the guests a few things to pay attention to. The most special thing is that you hope that when the guests masturbate, please do not ejaculate randomly. Please be sure to ejaculate in the paper cup. When the controlled wooden door is opened, if you like it, you can send out your semen in the paper cup and let the performer pour it on the heroine's body.
This is really thoughtful, professional, and should be quite exciting. Wei Ambition is thinking
Before it started, Weixiong sat in a high chair and looked inside through the small window.
Inside is a room with a rather strange shape, with a few track lights of various colors hanging on the ceiling, which is neither like a home nor a public place; the whole room is about five meters square, and there is only a bed in the middle on the square floor, and a small coffee table next to it, the rest are empty; except for the side of the walls with a door, there is a thirty-cm square window that cannot be opened every other meter, and there is also a closed 10-cm wooden door under each small window; each wall has five small windows, and there are fifteen walls on three walls in total, that is, there are fifteen small compartments like him that can accommodate fifteen spectators at a time; as for the wall with the door, there is a large floor-to-ceiling mirror.
It's called a mirror, but it's actually a hidden mystery, but Wei Xiong doesn't know
Looking from the room with the lights turned on, it was indeed a mirror, but from the other side it was just a piece of glass, which could clearly see the whole room.
On the other side of the mirror, there were a bunch of recording and recording equipment, and three people were operating, and two of them were being installed to prepare for the shooting scene.
After a while, all the lights in the small compartment were turned off, and the colorful lights in the room began to light up. Fifteen viewers, including Wei Xiong, had put on small headphones, straightened their backs, and were on the verge of breathing and waiting for the show to come on.
This is really thoughtful, professional, and should be quite exciting. Wei Ambition is thinking
Before it started, Weixiong sat in a high chair and looked inside through the small window.
Inside is a room with a rather strange shape, with a few track lights of various colors hanging on the ceiling, which is neither like a home nor a public place; the whole room is about five meters square, and there is only a bed in the middle on the square floor, and a small coffee table next to it, the rest are empty; except for the side of the walls with a door, there is a thirty-cm square window that cannot be opened every other meter, and there is also a closed 10-cm wooden door under each small window; each wall has five small windows, and there are fifteen walls on three walls in total, that is, there are fifteen small compartments like him that can accommodate fifteen spectators at a time; as for the wall with the door, there is a large floor-to-ceiling mirror.
It's called a mirror, but it's actually a hidden mystery, but Wei Xiong doesn't know
Looking from the room with the lights turned on, it was indeed a mirror, but from the other side it was just a piece of glass, which could clearly see the whole room.
On the other side of the mirror, there were a bunch of recording and recording equipment, and three people were operating, and two of them were being installed to prepare for the shooting scene.
After a while, all the lights in the small compartment were turned off, and the colorful lights in the room began to light up. Fifteen viewers, including Wei Xiong, had put on small headphones, straightened their backs, and were on the verge of breathing and waiting for the show to come on.
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