Twisted Dreams-Chapter 230 - 200: Attendant

A few days later, at the Imperial Capital Demon Club.

Area B, underground level two, attendant activity area.

This is where the attendants serving the Demon Club members live.

The area of underground level two in Area B is obviously much smaller than that of level two in Area A, only about a third of it.

For serving the Demon Club members, these attendants are sufficient.

The dormitories here are double rooms with ensuite bathrooms, and the room size is larger than that of the Cleaners' dormitories.

A woman with her makeup smudged from crying walked into the dormitory, carrying a suitcase.

Her name is Mai Zi, and she suffers from a severe pancreatic illness.

This illness has no effective treatment yet.

She can only rely on medication to survive and cannot consume anything other than millet porridge, nor can she overwork.

She felt desperate and even considered working as a 'lady of the night.'

This job brings quick money and doesn't require much labor, but she couldn't overcome the mental hurdle.

Recently, her health has been worsening, and without money for medicine, she finally took that step.

Unexpectedly, her first job led her to encounter a drunk, perverted client.

She tearfully said she wanted to quit and could refund the money, but was beaten by the perverted client, worsening her condition.

Thankfully, she met Zhi Qiluo, that white-haired woman.

Zhi Qiluo killed the perverted client in front of her and asked if she wanted to trade her freedom for dignity.

Mai Zi was terrified, cried for a long time, and ultimately agreed to Zhi Qiluo's suggestion.

It wasn't really about dignity. Could anyone without money for treatment care about dignity?

Mainly, she believed the cost of rejecting Zhi Qiluo would be silencing her for good.

So, Mai Zi left with her luggage, following Zhi Qiluo.

She thought Zhi Qiluo would take her to some dark corner, perhaps the foreign Eden Country.

Unexpectedly, they arrived at the splendid Seven Star Building, albeit underground.

Entering the dormitory, she saw a glamorous blonde woman applying makeup at the vanity.

The blonde woman glanced at Mai Zi and said:

"You can sleep on the top bunk; I'm afraid of heights."

"Oh, oh."

Mai Zi nodded, taking a bed sheet from her suitcase and making the bed.

The quality of the mattress was surprisingly good and comfortable, much better than the hard bed in her rented room.

Surreptitiously, Mai Zi pressed on it with curiosity.

She wondered what material it was; perhaps it was from some big brand?

Lying on the bed, Mai Zi stared blankly ahead.

She was sorting out her thoughts, pondering her current situation.

Why did they suddenly bring her here?

The decoration here was too refined, much better than the partitioned room she rented in the north.

In fact, the attendees' living conditions were somewhat luxurious, and it was Zhi Qiluo's idea.

Zhi Qiluo wasn't motivated by humanitarianism.

She believed that attendants serving others should be happy with their living conditions to maintain the most sincere smiles and provide the most thoughtful service.

It's similar to how pigs gain weight more easily if their pen is kept clean.

Mai Zi decided to ask the experienced elder under the bed about what was going on.

Mai Zi got out of bed and noticed some medication boxes in the trash can next to the blonde woman's bed.

Mai Zi was very familiar with those boxes, as they were medicines for treating pancreatic illness.

Could it be that the blonde woman was also a patient like herself?

Before she could ask anything, there was a knock on the dormitory door.

A man dressed in a white one-piece suit, wearing a white mask, walked in.

The blonde woman looked at the man in white, her face showing a touch of flattery as she smiled warmly and said:

"Good morning, big brother."

The man in white ignored the blonde woman, expressionlessly said:

"Sun Xiaomai."

Mai Zi quickly replied:

"That's me!"

She found this man somewhat terrifying.

The look in his eyes was the coldest and most ruthless she had ever seen, like a beast.

The man in white handed Mai Zi a package:

"Your medication."

Mai Zi dumbfoundedly received the medication.

Zhi Qiluo had mentioned that the company would be responsible for Mai Zi's medication in the future.

It turned out to be true!

After the man in white left, Mai Zi blinked and asked the blonde woman:

"Sister, who is he...?"

The blonde woman, with a look full of reverence, said:

"Ghosts, they're ghosts, everywhere."

Mai Zi paused, not quite understanding.

The blonde woman turned back and continued applying powder to her face, saying:

"As long as you don't make mistakes, they won't target you.

Take your medication now, and I'll show you around later."

Moderately hesitant, Mai Zi swallowed the pills from the exquisite package.

...

Half an hour later.

Mai Zi and the blonde woman appeared in the restaurant.

Both were wearing qipao-style dresses with blue and white porcelain patterns.

Mai Zi was amazed; this qipao fitted her perfectly, as if tailor-made for her.

The blonde woman noticed Mai Zi's confusion and explained:

"All the clothes in your wardrobe are tailor-made for your body size.

We have four sets of clothes, each used at different times and occasions.

Some are for meetings, some for banquets, some for cleaning, and some for standing ceremonies.

As a newbie, you can only do standing ceremonies, and I'm responsible for training you."

Mai Zi showed a look of horror:

"Tailor-made for my size? They targeted me already?"

Knowing her detailed clothing size, how well must they know her?

Yet, she hadn't noticed a thing!

The blonde woman snorted:

"Don't think you're so important; they target many people."

Regardless of gender, attendants are required to have above-average appearance and figure, mainly focusing on having an amiable vibe.

The Imperial Capital is vast, and there are many severely ill people without support.

Mai Zi asked:

"Then, what if someone refuses to come? Won't these clothes be wasted?

These clothes must be very expensive, right?"

The blonde woman looked at Mai Zi disdainfully:

"You don't know how rich they are; if wasted, they'll just discard them.

What they prioritize is efficiency, trading money for efficiency."

Mai Zi understood, filled with overwhelming shock.

The place she was standing seemed like the celestial palace of the upper-class rumors.

The blonde woman picked up a knife and fork, saying:

"Let's eat; the food here is absolutely delicious."

Mai Zi looked at the steak before her and swallowed.

Since becoming ill, she hadn't touched oily food for a long time.

Noticing the blonde woman savoring her meal, Mai Zi asked:

"I see you have the same pancreatic illness; how can you eat like this?"

The blonde woman replied:

"Didn't you take your medicine?

That medicine is potent; you're no different from a normal person now.

If you don't believe me, try it."

Mai Zi blinked.

Was it a top-grade special medicine?

If there were a miracle drug for pancreatic illness, wouldn't it only be accessible to the privileged?

Is this what she was taking?

Intuitively, Mai Zi thought it was fake, but unable to resist the allure of her taste buds, she couldn't help herself and took a bite of steak.

The aroma instantly spread between her lips and teeth.

Mai Zi almost cried; she hadn't eaten normal food in so long.

After a few bites of steak, Mai Zi touched her lower left abdomen, feeling no pain.

She then began to devour the steak voraciously, tears streaming down her face.

If a person can only drink porridge for life, not even daring to eat a mouthful of pickled vegetables, what point is there in living?

The blonde woman frowned and said:

"Eat more gracefully; we attendants must always maintain our image!"

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ps: Feeling unwell, the next chapter will be delayed.