Trafford’s Trading Club

As the name implies, sex workers… naturally are sex workers, and there is nothing left to extend its interpretation.

And, of course, for the strange legal reasons of the country, it's barely legal for the industry to say so.

Because under the laws of this country, the * * * of money trading is legal.

However, it is illegal to organize * * * events or to be employed as sex workers. The lack of a clear law by the Government makes the * * * smell a little less encouraging and prohibitive.

But today the city, and the country as a whole, is full of sex workers, so their presence does have an unspeakable beneficial effect on the economy.

Not surprisingly, Lochu would meet a sex worker here. After all, during a recent world tournament in the city, there was an influx of sex work, and conquest had to mind, even organizing training courses for basic etiquette training and other news.

But the first customer to move out was a sex worker... well, how do I put it?

This vibrant girl made an aggressive speech, which suddenly gave Boss Lo a headache. He recalled that, for reasons of normal life, he never seemed to have been approached by sex workers.

He subconsciously watched Night Eve - an observation that was not a mere sight, but another spiritual dimension of vision.

Midnight still has a smile, excellent manners... this smile is so fantastic that Rochu even thinks it's deliberate and a bit less natural.

Because, as the owner, he is above everything else in the club, Mr. Lo can even feel the instant fluctuations of that extreme soul that exists in this figure.

Humanization.

“Sir, what do you think?” It seems to be the reason for the delay in seeing Rocciu, who even said something more aggressive, "I could even let you orgasm at least three times a night if you felt it wasn't enough once. ”

The maid's eye curtains jumped slightly, and the curve of the smile seemed slightly larger.

Rocciu suddenly remembered Nero.

This god named tyrant started off with a little tease on him, but it was more of a prank than the girl in front of him - because she really seemed to do a job in this tease, almost instinctively.

“Caroline, 19, birthday March 18th.” Boss Lo said coldly - saying the girl's name.

Girl… Caroline glared at the moment and looked at Lochu, then wrinkled her head, wondering what was also on her mind, and finally asked inexplicably: “Sir, have I done your business before? ”

Her idea was simple, and the person who could name herself was someone who knew herself.

But the person around her who could be called a friend, she remembered firmly, naturally wouldn't be the one in front of her.

Then there is only one possibility: the other has visited her guests. But when she searched her memories, she didn't remember doing business with them.

Boss Lo felt that such an opening could at least slightly upset the current topic, but it was unexpected that Caroline looked at herself at the moment and let Boss Lo get a little angry again.

Carolyn's eyes, including the question she just had, were clearly saying, "Have you ever had sex with me before?"

Boss Luo was about to ask, but the maid suddenly moved. She came to Caroline at a very light pace, still smiling.

Caroline, facing the woman in front of her, who could make herself feel ashamed, suddenly aroused something that was about to disappear from her, lifting her chin slightly.

She's very picky, at least half her head taller than Unight, so there's a hint of gaze at the moment.

“It may be uncomfortable, but please be patient, after all this is the fastest and most effective way to explain… I don't think you'll mind later.” Night suddenly whispered.

Smile, smile, smile, smile, the maid smiles from beginning to end.

But Caroline was all chilled out at the moment. She didn't know if it was because of the rain, just because her hands and feet were a little cold or even a little stiff.

The maid lifted her hand and then gently lit her finger on Caroline's forehead.

Caroline felt like she was experiencing an electric shock, all over her body in a moment of paralysis, more like her brain was about to blow up, and a lot of strange information started pouring into her brain.

Suddenly her body twitched and she had to squat to the ground, Cersei trembled, then looked up in horror and looked at the woman standing in front of her, the slightest smile...

Caroline's lips were even white, trembling and seemed to want to talk. Her heart started beating like the kind of patient with a heart attack who suffered from intense exercise.

Because at this point she's reading something that comes out of her head —— about how she walks into this store and runs it.

After a glance, the maid returned to Rocchu and said softly, "Master, can you handle this? ”

Lochu felt he was in this context, and there should be no possibility of saying no.

He was slightly surprised by the evening's behavior… The club has always had a very tolerant approach to its Guests, a way of implanting this idea that, although sometimes used for convenience, should at least not have the after-effects of Caroline.

However, this is not strictly a violation and, after all, it is very important that customers understand the nature of the club.

It was obvious where the boundaries were in the night, and there was room for the blade to complete such an operation.

However……

Looking at this girl squatting on the ground twitching, Boss Lo even believed that if it weren't for not getting the place dirty, maybe she would have been directly incontinent?

“I think Miss Caroline must be starving. Go prepare some food.” Rochu spoke to the maid.

But in Caroline's sober eyes at the moment, it seems obvious that this man is the shelter of this maid... so bullying!

But now she dares not say anything - the thoughts that implanted in her mind, about the store, frightened her, even understood, why the men who chased themselves outside preferred to turn a blind eye to the store!

Watching Unight turn around and leave, Rochu looks at Caroline, then waves her hand and lets a stool move from a distance to her side, slowing down again in her frightened gaze: “Miss Caroline, I'm sorry for the impotence... so I can agree to give you a discount if you're going to make a deal with us next. Look, how about a 9: 90% discount? ”

Why don't you...!! Bastard!!!!

That's bullying!

Caroline feels like she's about to cry!