Chapter 795: Chapter 254: Midnight Theater and the Pawn of the Thirteen Knights (Please Subscribe)_3


    The best vantage point for viewing was taken care of, as well as the privacy of the guests.


    The first floor was densely packed with regular seats.


    “Miss Williams, the next performance will be the classic song and dance drama ‘Swans of Lake Best’. You can enjoy it in five minutes...”,


    “Alright. Thank you.”


    The manager provided a simple introduction to the program list and then conscientiously exited.


    The private room featured soft sofas, as well as exquisite fruit and pastries; the two sat down, quietly waiting for the performance to begin.@@@@


    They didn’t have to wait long before the music started.


    The ceiling of the theater was ingeniously designed, making the sound echo perfectly from the stage, clear and rich.


    Spotlights crossed over as the curtain was lifted, and a group of graceful dancers entered the stage with cheerful dance moves.


    Just by watching the opening, it was clearly distinguished from vulgar performances.


    Dozens of dancers twirled their enchanting figures through the melodious and plaintive dance music, gently and beautifully.


    Whether it was the appearance of the actors, the music, the stage backdrop, or the lighting...


    there was nothing to criticize from any angle.


    But Leonard Churchill watched with a slight squint in his eyes.


    Because he had seen it.


    Wasn’t this the very performance that Flood Gang put on for their opening?


    “So she prepared it especially, huh...”


    Upon seeing this program, Leonard Churchill then understood that the Flood Gang’s performance wasn’t a coincidence.


    It was Vera Williams remembering the very first stage drama they had watched together a hundred years ago, and then she reproduced it at Flood Gang, waiting for his appearance.


    After all, it was a classic program, and Vera Williams had seen it several times. Although she still found it beautiful, at the moment, she was more concerned about Leonard Churchill’s thoughts.


    Observing his indescribably composed expression, the girl asked, “What’s wrong, don’t like it?”


    The lighting in the theater turned dim, and a faint orange glow lit up on the stage, filling the air with a seductive scent.


    Vera Williams, full of curiosity and a hint of nervousness, said, “It seems like the Midnight Theater is about to start...”


    She had heard about it but had never come to see it after growing up.


    If she hadn’t promised Leonard Churchill, she probably wouldn’t have mustered the courage to come.


    Leonard Churchill was also expectant, having seen too many risque? performances on Downing Street, he was curious about what the midnight show would be like in Upper class society.


    The announcer also introduced the next performance, “The following play is our troupe’s new drama ‘King Orlan’s Lament’. Please enjoy...”


    The stage’s scenery changed quickly to a setting with a classical court style.


    And then... there was actually a huge bath?


    The ambiguous lyrics were sung by the actors in beautiful tones, “Last night, I stayed the night in St. Petersburg, the passion in the maiden’s eyes was vivid...”


    Leonard Churchill, seeing the scene on stage, immediately thought of the oil painting ‘Palace Terrace’.


    Vera Williams next to him was evidently surprised as well and directly asked, “Leonard, is this the one from the painting?”


    Before she could wonder how such a performance could require a stage like this, the light swept over and several actresses in court gowns walked onto the stage.


    Serviced by maids, they naturally undressed, revealing their bodies as they stepped into the clear bath.


    They also recited their lines while doing so.


    “Oh, I have been seeing His Majesty less and less lately...”


    “Indeed. I heard the rebellions in the south are quite terrible...”


    “....”


    This scene left Vera Williams agape in amazement.


    Astonishment as hard-hitting as a thunderbolt.


    The actresses had superb figures, and the white flesh before her was revealed without any concealment.


    Watching, Leonard Churchill was also slightly astonished; while he appreciated the alluring imagery, what impressed him even more was the brilliance of this setup!


    The actresses, whether in their costumes, expressions, or temperament, perfectly matched those in the ‘Palace Terrace’ painting, as if they stepped right out of the artwork.


    Under the enhancement of lighting and vocal music, the actors seemed to come alive from the painting.