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“Which one do you think is better for me to wear?” asked Giselle as she rubbed the tip of her chin. In front of her, five or six dresses of different styles were displayed. She was so confused that she didn’t know what to do.

Seeing many things that Giselle couldn’t have before made her recall old memories. No, they weren’t. But old stories that she will never forget for the rest of her life.

“You want to meet a VIP guest wearing clothes that have been mixed with alcohol?” asked Jilly while squealing in disbelief.

Thirty minutes was all the time he gave Giselle to prepare herself. When the beautiful woman in the red dress returned, he was furious. Giselle had done nothing for herself-at least change out of the clothes she had prepared. The tasseled dress Giselle had been wearing was sexy, but you know, all of Giselle’s movements were not easy.

It must have been mixed with sweat and alcohol that was accidentally splashed from the guests who crowded around him earlier.

“What’s wrong?” asked Giselle quietly. She got up from her seat after making sure her mask was perfectly in place.

“He’s a VIP guest, Nami!” said Jilly with emphasis. “Don’t embarrass me!”

Giselle only gave a glance and then smiled very faintly. “I’m sure, these clothes are more than enough to serve her tonight, right? Why change it? It would be easier and faster for me to finish the job here.”

She stepped up to Jilly who was still standing in the doorway. “Come… show me the room.”

There was nothing Jilly could do but point out the room where the guest was waiting for Giselle. Had it not been for the expensive offer mentioned during the meeting, she could be sure Giselle would have accepted her wrath. Unfortunately, Giselle was one of the club’s favorite girls.

Giselle just followed his lead. there was no sense of anything but emptiness. Remember the deafening noise did not make her feel that her body was indeed in this spacious club. Even the occasional greeting that came for her, she only responded with a faint smile. As if he was just a robot following his master’s orders.

What can she do when her whole life has a price tag on it? With flowers and all sorts of other demands? She could only hope, however faintly, that her mother would recover. That was all.

“So… you’re the one named Nami? The prettiest girl in this club?”

The room where her guests were waiting was already closed by Jilly. Giselle was still standing by the door. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, so that she would be much calmer in facing the humiliating reality before her eyes. Although the light in this room was dim, Giselle could see that the man sitting in the middle of the sofa was leaning comfortably there.

Enjoying the most expensive cigarettes and wine the club could provide. His eyes were fixed on Giselle as if he did not want a single word to come out of them. Not to mention her body gestures saying; don’t cause a disturbance and leave her unsatisfied.

Tonight… will be a long night of pain for Giselle’s inner self.

“Yes, sir.” Giselle smiled as sweet as honey even though her heart did not want to do this.

“Before you come any closer,” the man held Giselle’s gaze fixed on him. Ever since she entered the room, he had been scanning her carefully. Her body was exactly what he wanted it to be. His head immediately conjured up images of what it would look like if the dress he had just finished was worn by this girl walking towards him.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

No.

His steps had stopped. Behind the black mask he wore, the man knew she was looking at him questioningly.

“Is something wrong, sir?” he asked softly.

“Nothing,” the man said immediately. “But I want you to turn on the bright lights. I hate the dimness.” The man shook his glass lightly. But his eyes never left the girl who complied with his request. Soon, the girl was completely visible in front of him.

Wearing a thigh-length dress with a seductive tassel accent, the low-cut chest revealed the beauty of one of her body parts, and most unexpectedly the girl had skin as white as alabaster. It was as if the skin was given special care continuously.

“Is there anything else I should do?” asked Giselle, who approached again.

“Take off your dress.”

Giselle closed her eyes tightly, her hands clenched involuntarily. But this was a dark part of her life. She could not escape or else much bigger problems would come her way. All she could do was… pull the zipper tied behind her back slowly. Even though she was still wearing a bra and very short pants to match her pole dancing moves, she was still not used to it.

As soon as Giselle’s clothes fell off, the man just stared with a flat face. He rubbed the tip of his chin again as if he was thinking. But what? Giselle was left like this for a while. Her body was shivering slightly because the air conditioner in this room was turned on to the minimum temperature. Wearing only a bra and super short pants, it was clear that her skin could not withstand the cold for too long.

If at other times, Giselle’s body even without anything but they do hot activities. Now? God! What kind of ordeal was she facing?

“I need you to do something,” the man said, breaking the silence between them.

It was a relief that the guest finally spoke. “What do you want?” even so, there was a nagging uneasiness in Giselle’s mind. She had often heard that guests at this club sometimes asked for things beyond the normal limits. But because of the pressure of money and the pressure Jilly put on all of them, no one could escape the strange desires the guest had.

Especially to the point of having to serve VIP guests. Jilly could be really angry and make life difficult for Giselle. Moreover, it could be said that the breath that flowed through her mother’s body came from Jilly. Giselle did not have the ability to get rid of Jilly’s influence in her life. On one hand, she feels helped, on the other, she feels trapped for life.

If there was someone who could help her get away from Jilly, she would give her whole life to that person. Anyone.

“Put this on.” The man placed an anonymous paper bag on the table with the wine bottle and ashtray. Even the cigarette butts were still there.

Giselle blinked in fear but she couldn’t help it, right? She ventured closer and to her surprise, she pulled out the paper bag. She was speechless with what was now touching her hand.

“It’s beautiful,” she complimented unconsciously. His eyes ruthlessly examined every detail on the long pastel-colored dress. The embroidered cranes on the sleeves and the blooming flowers on the back truly amazed him.

“Can you wear it yourself?”

Giselle’s eyes collided with his. The man’s smile was very faint as neither of them wanted to give in to the brief, conflicting glances that were being created.

“Even from behind your mask, I can confirm that you’re perfectly suited for my latest design.”

“I… I don’t understand what you mean.” Giselle put the beautiful dress back into place. “What after wearing it… you’re going to ruin it on top of my body?”

The man, Justin Stockholm, laughed for the first time. He felt like his stomach was in knots, the corners of his eyes were wet from the force of his laughter, and he felt ridiculous that it was actually said by the girl he had his eye on.

“You know,” Justin cleared his throat briefly to stifle the laughter he was still creating. “This dress is my masterpiece. There’s no way I’m ruining it anytime soon.” He leaned closer to the girl now sitting in front of him. “Wear it. And if my feelings are right, you’re the one I’m looking for.”

Giselle blinked in disbelief.

“Bring me White Bird, and I’ll take you to the highest peak.”

“I… I don’t understand what you mean, sir?”

Justin smiled broadly. “I’m Justin Stockholm, owner of the famous fashion house and agency, SEO fashion.”

Giselle knows what a big name SEO is in this country. And because of that, she was very surprised. Really surprised.

“I’m waiting for you to wear this dress, Giselle.”

For the name her mother had given her, no one had ever called her by her first name, but this man in front of her, called out in a tone that made her have a glimmer of hope.

“If…” Giselle swallowed nervously. An opportunity would never come a second time, right? “If you think I’m suitable to wear this dress, do you really mean what you just said?”

“Ride with me all the way to the top?” Justin asked for confirmation.

“Yes.”

“Of course. Name the price you want to get out of here. I’ll make sure that what was said is realized immediately. Isn’t it that if we have set a goal, we should never doubt the determination that burns in our hearts?”

Giselle’s tears fell freely. Not caring that she was only wearing a bra and shorts, she came closer. Kneeling down with heartbreaking cries. “Release me from this place, sir. I don’t know what the price is but please… I will do whatever it takes to support you.”