The crowd immediately went wild again, thoroughly intrigued by the topic. Pantheon, loving the drama, switched on the microphone and handed it to Mortimer Quincy, adding, "Mortimer, no backing out. We're all waiting."
Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, took the microphone, and glanced at Holly Winslow. His low, raspy voice was impossibly magnetic as he said, "Soft and sweet."
"Hahaha, I bet some parts are even sweeter, right?" a guy in a black shirt hooted.
Holly Winslow actually understood his innuendo in an instant. "..."
'Turns out even scholars have dirty minds.'
Mortimer Quincy put down the microphone without answering, but he thought, 'It's not just sweeter, it's fatally sweet.'
After seven or eight more rounds, it was Holly Winslow's turn again. This time, the girl next to Valerie Walsh posed the question. "Cousin, what kind of guy do you like?"
Pantheon shot Holly Winslow a suggestive look and joked, "Is he like your cousin, by any chance?"
