Chapter 4 Dancing by the Lights

"Damn it, get the hell out of here!"

The door had just opened when a violent male voice came out, and as the voice fell a goblet fell straight over, luckily I reacted quickly or I might actually have to wear a mask for life in the future.

I frowned and my face looked not so good.

The man's face on the side was equally embarrassed.

"Sir, I think it's better to forget it."

As much as I needed the money, with such a violent man, I didn't want to lose the rest of my life for that $100,000, and I was already starting to back off.

"Please wait for a second."

It wasn't until the man entered that I remembered I didn't know what to call this honored guest of mine, but now I guess it doesn't matter.

Tom and I looked at each other, and I could see the concern in Tom's eyes as well, and I saw the corners of his mouth quirk up a few times.

I didn t know what he's trying to say, but I didn t think he can help me choose from this dilemma.

There was the violent hissing of another man in the room at first, then it gradually quieted down, and there was a quick conversation between two men, but it was so low that I couldn't hear exactly what was being said outside the door.

For about three minutes the honored guest came out, a little flushed in his pale face, but still seemingly in a relatively stable mood.

"If he hates being here so much, how come he's waiting obediently in his room?"

Jenny, who had been following behind, suddenly spoke up and asked, with her sharp voice.

It's rude to talk to guests like that, but that's what I want to know.

"Because I threatened him," a sudden smile spread across the man's turquoise eyes, "that if he didn't come with me, I would tell our mother his secret."

I stared at his face without blinking, trying to see that he was joking, but I failed.

Maybe that's the rule of nobility, a parental restraint that people like me who struggle with life and death can't understand.

But I gave him a polite upward roll of the eyes.

"Tom, please turn the camera off for me if possible!"

I thought this should be my last struggle, I didn t want any of my information to get out.

Even if those monitors were only visible to Tom.

"You know what they're for, they're there to make sure you're safe when you're performing in private."

Tom was a bit pushy and very disapproving of this request of mine.

"Don't worry, my brother won't touch her, not only her, but any woman."

He spoke the words and winked at me.

That word confused me a bit, was his brother a gay?

And why would there be a fiancée, could it be that?

A series of questions formed in my head, and eventually I stopped trying to pry any further.

"What shall I call you, sir?"

Again, Jenny was talking too much, and I understood that in our business, once you knew the name, you could quickly learn all the gossip about the person.

Jenny spat a tongue at me, clearly understanding that I had read her mind.

Instead, Tom reached over Jenny's body and pulled her away.

"I'll be waiting in the dressing room for your triumphant return."

"Just call me Green."

Green obviously doesn't care about these issues, or maybe the name is just a code name like mine.

"And you?"

Green's eyes fell on me.

"Toxic."

The more valued my clients were, the more concerned I was about my privacy; after all, my future job after graduation would presumably be to serve these people.

Clearly that answer didn't sit well with Green, but he just frowned a little and didn't say any more.

The sound of impatient table pushing was already coming from inside the room, and Green sighed, holding up the brim of his hat.

"Have a wonderful evening."

The words gave me the urge to punch someone, but more than that, I was nervous.

I'd never given a private performance to anyone.

"It's okay, he's gentle."

Apparently Green's reassurance didn't help and I got more nervous instead.

I haphazardly straightened my hair and took a deep breath.

"Come on, you can do it."

Finally, the door to the somewhat heavy private parlor room was pushed open.

I tried to soften myself up a bit and put on my usual expression.

That was by no means the face of those guests on stage, after all, as a valued guest who paid $100,000 to perform, I should come up with something different, right?

It wasn't until I saw the person sitting on the couch that I actually almost gasped out loud and hastily covered my accidentally wide open mouth.

In the first 19 years of my life, I must never have had this exclamation.

What kind of beauty did the person in front of me possess that surprisingly gave me a feeling that I didn't know how to react.

The dim light in the room struck his face as if it had gilded him with a golden glow that made it impossible to look straight at him like a holy son descending.

But his messy red hair, mixed with the studs in his ears, flared out in a way that accentuated his bad-boy vibe.

I never thought such two contradictory temperaments could appear in one person.

He was wearing a well-tailored suit on him, and you could tell it was the same style of the suit as Green's, and would have come from the same tailor.

A few greenish lines leaked vaguely through his clean wrists, and I knew they were the marks of a tattoo.

His pale face looked a few shades paler against his red hair, which looked like a soft half-blood prince out of a book.

As I surveyed him, his turquoise eyes looked at me unemotionally, no focus in them and no expression on his face.

He seemed to cross over to me to look at something else.

"Have you seen enough?"

Before I came to my senses, this guest was clearly impatient.

Unlike the voice that I couldn't really hear outside the door earlier, this time his voice was low and husky, as if he was the demon Satan, possessing the ability to seduce the mind, and just one word put me in a bit of a trance.

My God, I really couldn t believe that such a perfect person could really exist.

Seemingly because my reaction was so dull, his blond eyebrows twitched along with his muscles.

I was afraid to even get close to him, he was like a porcelain doll and with a small movement like that I was afraid he would shatter.

I couldn t believe that was the same person who just threw a goblet at me.

"You can start now."

Seeing my lack of response, his frown tightened and his tone began to grow impatient.

"Yes sir, I'm the one performing for you today ..."

Since it was my first private show, I was too nervous and didn't know how to express myself, but an introduction should always be right.

The man just waved his hands and interrupted impatiently all over.

"Hurry up and get started!"