death of hope

Chapter 318 "Corporate Warrior" (234) Nightclub
Different from the mottled and dilapidated street scenes on the ground, there is another world underground, the dark side of York City:
Although she had expected it before, Sigurdriff was still shocked by the beautiful, extravagant and depraved scenery when the elevator door opened.

(Here... as if... the temple of the evil god... the realm of Slaanesh, the god of pleasure...)
"Miss, this is your first time here, so please be careful not to trip over your feet." The waiter in a tuxedo said sweetly, "Some places are not high enough, so bow your head properly and don't touch your cute rabbit ears crookedly."

"Thank you... Whoops!"

Hugging left and right, reeking of alcohol and wearing a flowered shirt, he bumped into her chest, raised his head and shouted:

"Oh My God! Christ Jesus! Hit your head against a cow! Hey, waiter, do you still have this type of lady in your nightclub? I didn't see it in the menu?"

"You are joking, young master. There are indeed customers who like this tall and strong type. Our boss is committed to creating a nightclub suitable for all kinds of hobbies."

"Holy shit! (Holy shit!)
This is... a professional model, so f*cking exciting, waiter!What is her number?I want to order her!I drank too much, so I had to go to the private room to vent my anger. "

Hearing this, the two girls who were supporting the young master were very displeased, and cast hateful glances at Sigurdlifa one after another, those gazes wanted to kill her.

There are a lot of banknotes stuffed in their open skirts. Obviously, they are customers who are willing to spend money for women. They don't want to hand over this God of Wealth to others:
"Hate it! Master Gotts, don't you love us anymore?"

"Shut up! Woman! I'm ordering!"

"Your one is drunk, Master Gotts, someone will deliver the hangover medicine to your private room later."

"Hey, waiter, are you deaf? I'm asking you for the number of this big girl! I want to order her!"

"I'm sorry." The waiter bowed politely to the boy: "This bunny girl just came for an interview, and she hasn't joined the system background yet, so you can't order her yet."

"Hey! Disappointing! Let's talk about it next time!"

The two girls hurriedly took the God of Wealth away: "Let's go, I promise to serve you comfortably!"

"Hey...you are welcome...Miss Lucy, Miss Fran, let's go to the private room and have fun!" The young master was held up and walked a few steps, "Wow!" He vomited on the ground.

"This idiot!" The waiter cursed in a low voice, shook his head helplessly, picked up the communicator and shouted:
"Cleaner! Cleaner! Come to area B501, a VIP customer vomited on the ground!"

"Got it, let's get the bucket and mop..."

"Come on, miss, leave this mess to the cleaners and the lobby manager to worry about."

"Who is that drunk?" Sigurdriff covered his nose to resist the smell of vomit.

"Master Gotts Frandimit, the second son of Mr. Gillhouse Frandimit."

"Rich second generation?"

"Second generation official, his father is the director of transportation in York City. If he has power, he will also have money. The gift giver can't be stopped if he breaks through the threshold. He has a good father that everyone envies."

"He seems to have stuffed the money into the clothes of those two girls like waste paper."

"For him, it's waste paper. That kid's father controls the bidding and acceptance of bridge and road construction projects.

His elder brother Aljos is also a frequent visitor here. As for himself, he got a master's degree through his father's relationship, bypassed the civil service examination, and went directly to the office of the Transportation Bureau.

Actually the guy didn't work all day, he was drunk and vomited all day with us, and the girls called him 'Master Gotts the Milker'. "

(Didn't notice just now... saliva! It's disgusting! That bastard even licked me.)
Sigurdriefa covered the place where she had just been hit, and complained half-jokingly to the waiter:

"I think, I know where the nickname Milkman comes from."

"Hahahaha!" The waiter laughed and continued to lead the way.
In front of it is a huge discotheque, where countless figures dance wildly on the dance floor, the disco light balls reflect dazzling lights, LED spotlights dye the steam purple, and waiters in fancy clothes shuttle through it carrying drinks.

"It's amazing... How big is this place?"

"Basement 5, 6, 7 floors, add up to... um... a football field? Probably."

"I know why there is no subway station nearby, and the underground has been hollowed out."

"Miss, from your accent, you don't look like a native of York City. Where are you from? Don't be unhappy if you have a word, why do you want to apply for a bunny girl to make yourself miserable?"

"San Antonio, Texas," Sigurd Lifa lied, "I majored in modeling and acting. I owed student loans and couldn't pay back. I couldn't find a job. My house was taken away by the bank. This kind of place sells itself."

"It's about the same as I guessed. Higher education, no money to pay off the loan, it doesn't matter if you can't find a job, and the civil service exam is down to the interview, and the good jobs are taken by the related households.
An ugly, stupid drunk like Master Gotts can be the head of the office, but a smart and beautiful lady like you has to come to such a place to make a fool of yourself, ah, what a tragedy!What a world of riding a horse!
The people above drink and eat meat, and they have to carry some in net bags to prevent those of us at the bottom from eating the leftovers that fall.

I'm sorry, ma'am, to let you listen to my sloppy babbling, your future must be bright. "

"Thank you."

"Very good, very natural acting skills." Lynch's praise came from the communicator:

"This kind of infiltration mission, Sig, you are much better than me, I will only reveal my truth quickly, and then kill a bloody path."

"Don't be afraid that I'm a liar, really give you a cuckold?"

There was a moment of silence in the channel, and she laughed: "Hahaha, you are so angry! You idiot!"

Then hear bartender Ferguson and Fatty Donnie laughing in the car,

"Just piss me off on purpose! You piss me off, take my money and go happy!" Lynch said this in a childish tone.

"I know your bank card password. It's a good idea. It's decided. I will piss you off once a day."

"Don't make a fuss, someone overheard you."

"Miss, what are you talking to yourself?"

"Ahem, I'm a country bumpkin, it's hard not to scream when I see these cool things."

"Haha, I got used to it after I joined the job, it's nothing, it's just a corrupt place!"

The next dance hall is in the style of futuristic sci-fi electronic music. The DJ stripped off his clothes and frantically played discs, and the audience on the dance floor followed suit.

Being in it, looking at the forest of wine pools, smoky, grotesque entertainment world, the boundary between reality and fantasy is gradually blurred.

(End of this chapter)