The Ballet's L.L. Dinner.

In the middle of the dinner table, naked women are carefully crafted into live sushi feasts with fresh fish and black fish on the skin of the white skin, and the father sits on the main seat with hot eyes, and his brother, sister and family sit around him, and he breathes hard, and his fingers swung into a taboo curve between his fingers and his mouth, chasing the XUE veins, and the family's most secret desire is to burst out this night, twirling, panting, panting, shing, and tearing up ethical veils and tearing it apart.