Chapter 4 Room 501

At night, Summer, Julia, and I were working busily at the bar, but we received barely any tips, not to mention commission. Most of the customers who stuck around only ordered a glass of cocktail, so naturally, we received little money. Right as we were about to look for Felicia, Yvette came to convey Felicia's message to us. “There are a few valued patrons in Room 501. Send a fruit platter and several bottles of good wine to them.” The three of us shared a look of suspicion. After all, it was unusual for Yvette to ask us to serve valued patrons. “What's the matter? You have no balls to go there? Well, don't then. Hmph! You girls are nothing but trash without Sonia,” Yvette mocked before leaving. Summer was a quick-tempered girl. She instantly rushed forward and wanted to fight with Yvette. Fortunately, Julia and I stopped her in time. “Don't get mad because of her. It's pointless. We're only serving drinks and fruits to the customers in Room 501. There's nothing for us to be scared of. Come on, let's go there together.” There was an unspoken rule in most bars—the higher the floor where the room was, the more esteemed the customers would be. Thus, we asked for more costly bottles to be sent to those customers. Right as we entered the room, I caught a whiff of a strange scent other than the suffocating smoke. I had been working at Phoenix for a year, so I knew what it was and anxiety thrummed in my veins immediately. There were six people on the couch. A skinny man in his forties sat in the middle. There was a trace of gloom in his eyes, and when he smiled, I could see a few of his gold teeth. When they saw us enter, their eyes lit up. Without any hesitation, they threw a large wad of cash and pointed at the tools on the table. “You're new, aren't you? Come over and try these new products for us.” I stiffened, the alarm bells ringing loud in my head. After putting the things we brought up on the table and filling up their glasses, I smiled at them and muttered, “Mister, we don't touch these items.” The skinny man frowned, clearly dissatisfied with my answer. “What's up with Yvette? Didn't she tell us she'll be getting the girls for us? Why are you here if you don't do this?” Julia was timider than me. Before I could say anything, she had sobbed out, “We only drink with our customers; we don't do anything else.” Initially, the situation could still be salvaged. Although the few customers looked ferocious, I was sure that they would be easier to deal with than Tiger. However, upon hearing Julia's words, their faces fell, and one of them slapped her. Julia's head smashed onto the glass table, and blood began streaming down her face. Someone turned off the music in the room, and everyone fell silent. “My dear mister, I'm sorry, we have spoiled your mood. Please don't be angry. We'll get you a few other girls right away.” What kind of luck is this? I've encountered really awful customers with every passing day. “Are you f*cking with me? If you're not going to entertain us, why are you here? Get your madam here right away!” Felicia was swift to arrive. Behind her was Yvette, who threw us a look of disdain when she saw us. Kneeling on one knee, she poured a glass of wine and said, “Hayes, I know we're in the wrong. I'll drink three glasses as punishment. If you're still not happy with that, I'll finish the whole bottle.” The way Yvette was pretending to be a sweet woman delighted the skinny man. When she noticed we were still standing there, she leaned forward to press her enlarged breasts against the skinny man. In a high-pitched voice, she cooed, “Hayes, don't be angry. They're just some stupid girls. I'll apologize on their behalf. Why don't I keep you company until you're high and satisfied.” With a grin, the skinny man pinched Yvette's hips before looking at us from the corner of his eyes. Evidently, he did not want to bother himself with us anymore. They were all Felicia's old customers; most of her customers had a preference, which was one of the services that the bar offered—girls who were willing to take drugs would do it with the customers. Felicia was upset, and she shot us a glare before waving in annoyance. “Why don't you get lost now?” Clearly, she thought we had come to the room to make life difficult for her.