Kuai Chuan Daji is a bad woman

Everyone just felt a pity, and their expressions returned to numbness. If Daji's smile hadn't touched them, they wouldn't even have sighed.

Every woman here, whether voluntary or sold, who is not a poor person in the mud.

Daji showed a bit of disappointment on his face, then raised a bright smile again, and asked the question just now again.

A woman in a blue dress glanced at Daji and pointed in one direction.

Daji showed a grateful smile: "Thank you."

Daji went to wash up, and the women continued to dress up and prepare to receive guests.

The dressing room was very quiet, no one was talking or talking about the newcomers who had just arrived.

For them, being able to come here has already succumbed to their fate.

Daji washed her whole body carefully, came out and found an empty seat, sat down and began to dress up.

The clothes here are all revealing styles, which only cover the important parts, and the women's makeup is also very colorful, and they don't look like a person before and after makeup.

Daji put on light makeup, and the woman opposite her looked up at her with a flat voice: "Your makeup is too light."

Daji looked at her glasses, then at her, showing a shy smile: "I'm not suitable for heavy makeup."

The woman on the opposite side showed a self-deprecating smile, did not speak any more, arranged her accessories and went out to meet the guests.

The women left one after another, and a woman paused when she passed by Daji: "Do you know why everyone wears heavy makeup?"

Daji shook her head.

"Everyone here is no longer the original self, and heavy makeup can cover up the original self."

After saying this, the woman also went out.

Daji understands what they mean very well. They hate the current self. When they see themselves in the mirror, they will think of the current situation. All kinds of emotions come up. It is better to cover up with heavy makeup. Covering up their faces is like covering up their past self.

Daji once again looked at herself in the glasses, with elegant makeup and a peaceful temperament, which was incompatible with the environment here.

At this time, the sun was setting, and there were more men on the street, looking for dinner tonight.

Women stood at the door, posing in various poses to attract guests.

Daji stood still quietly. The woman next to her took a look, pursed her lips, came over and stretched out her hand, and made a gesture for Daji: "This way, we can attract guests."

Daji maintained the posture the woman posed for her, showing a grateful smile: "Thank you, Piao Piao."

The woman was surprised: "You know my name?"

Daji nodded: "I just heard someone call you that."

It was just a regular customer who greeted her just now, but unexpectedly she remembered her name.

Piao Piao lowered her eyes and stood beside her without saying anything.

Daji's beautiful face immediately attracted the attention of regular customers, and soon a bearded man came up to ask Daji.

Before Daji could speak, Piao Piao came over and hooked the man's arm, showing a flattering smile, and coquettishly seduced the man away.

The guest was snatched away, and Daji didn't show any displeasure, and continued to wait.

The women here get all their money from tips. If there are no customers, Miss Daying will not only refuse to eat but also beat them severely, so everyone is soliciting customers.

Snatching customers has become commonplace, and the women around them also started to pull customers to make deals, and Daji just stood there and waited.

Sister Daying came over, kicked Daji's calf, and said viciously: "Can you receive guests by standing still? Solicit customers for my old lady."

Daji looked at Sister Daying calmly. Sister Daying didn't know why, but felt a little apprehensive, put her legs down, and walked away after saying a few words to Daji fiercely.

"I've slept through it all, and you're still pretending to be a noble girl. If you don't get any customers, you'll starve to death."

All kinds of unpleasant words came one after another, Daji waited there patiently, and suddenly a young man came face to face, with tattoos all over his body and a scar on his face, he was not easy to mess with at first glance.

Daji's eyes fluttered, and his whole body became lively. The man noticed Daji's gaze looking over, and saw Daji's eyes light up.

New arrivals.

The young man came over, lifted Daji's chin, and asked frivolously, "What's your name?"

Daji lowered her eyes and said softly, "My name is Ruyi."

The man leaned close to Daji's ear and sniffed it, and said in a positive tone: "You smell very good, you are a newcomer."

Daji nodded, and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

The man put his arms around Daji's waist, and led Daji into the house familiarly, and he was a regular visitor.

Daji leaned petitely in his arms and let him enter the room with his arms around her.

After entering the room, the man lay down on the bed: "Let's start."

What to start with?
Daji knew it in her heart, but there was some doubt in her eyes.

The man thought she was new here, and said, "Start serving."

The women here take the initiative to serve the guests, and the guests will tip when the service is good.

Daji showed a terrified look, then forcibly calmed down, and said hesitantly: "I, I'm not very good at it yet, why don't you teach me."

Daji is like a bunny, a man should be angry, but seeing her like this can't produce anger in her heart, she is a little bit interested.

He is a frequent visitor here, and countless women have served him, and this is the first time he has been asked to teach.

The man pretended to be fierce, and the scar on his face trembled: "I'm here to spend, you don't know anything, how dare Miss Daying let you pick up customers."

Daji trembled all over, terrified, her eyes filled with tears, she tried not to fall down, she walked over boldly and hugged the scarred man.

Wen Xiang nephrite in his arms, the man with the scar was taken aback.

Daji's movements were very strange, and he raised his chin clumsily. The man was very tall, so Daji put his arms around his neck and pressed his lips against his.

The gentle touch, the four eyes facing each other, the woman's pupils are all his own, clean and clear.

A strange feeling arises, the man reads countless flowers, how can he not see Daji's inexperience.

Her set of actions is not a service to the guests, but more like a boyfriend.

Daji pressed against his lips, tears streaming down her face, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, I..."

will not.

"Have you received any guests?" the man interrupted her.

Daji shook her head and nodded again, lowered her head and choked with sobs: "I picked up the first guest the night before yesterday, but, but..."

Daji's body began to tremble, as if thinking of something terrible.

Men also know that the guests who come here generally don't treat them as women, but just as a tool to vent, and some guests even have strange hobbies.

Guests are generally not very gentle.

Obviously, this woman had bad luck and met a perverted guest.

"I'm sorry, I, I'll try again, please don't tell Sister Daying, I don't want to be beaten."

Daji plucked up her courage, put her arms around the man's neck and kissed him carelessly.

This clumsy method set the man on fire.

He stretched out his hand, clasped Daji's head, turned passive into active, and began to kiss Daji.