Ring Ring

"Hey Hii ~......!

Poetry Weave raised her happy voice as she packed the apple pie the man gave her all over her cheek.

Plenty of sugar. That was very sweet, but it's the best treat for Poetry Weaving right now. Feels like energy is going through your body with low blood sugar levels.

"Mine, too, ma'am."

Seeing the poetry weave cheeks the pie so deliciously, the other man sitting next to the little fat man has also offered his dessert.

(I guess they thought I was disappointed...)

Shiori blushed, but couldn't resist the temptation of dessert. Thank you very much... but take the dish well. If you want me to, don't hesitate. I'm not giving it back.

As he carried the second pie into his mouth, Shiori observed the other man again. Honestly, I don't really like galas.

I'm about thirties old. The wavy brown hair was unmade and was a man with a good chin beard.

But I glanced from the wrapped shirt. My skin was carved with tattoos on both arms, and I felt that it was not a key anywhere.

(But he pied me and... maybe he's a good guy not by what he looks like)

Shiori was forced to convince herself.

I guess this brown-haired guy is one of the little fat guy's men. Or an escort, because he wasn't the same age, and he didn't look like an atmosphere of friends.

The little fat man said, drinking, staring at the body of the poetry weave to lick it from top to bottom.

"I'm sure a lot of customers will like you. If you put on a dress and put on makeup, you'll get more color than you do now. But why are you wearing pants?

With his thick fingers gently stroking his thighs, Poetry Weave nearly dropped his pie.

So was the crust, and people in this world try to answer questions while thinking that maybe there is more skinship.

Uh, you said "why," "pants," "wear" or something.

"The clothes I have, that's all"

"Right or right. But from now on, if you work for us, you won't have to worry about money anymore. Dresses and jewellery will be bought as soon as the customer is satisfied."

Waha, and laughed, the little fat man put his arms around Shiori's shoulder. The smell of strong alcohol snorts.

By the way, do you have any experience at night?

"Experience...... night?

"If you don't, don't worry about it. Some guys want to teach that kind of kid."

"Teach..."

Swallowing sweet apples, Shiori clouded her expression. Hasn't this guy told you anything weird just now?

Could it be... No, even if it isn't, isn't what he calls a job, a job selling your body?

"If you're anxious, I can be your practice partner."

A little fat man drinks up a glass of booze and has a nasty grin. He must be the owner of a whorehouse. The first serene mask I showed you, it looks like it's about to peel off.

Poetry weave thinks, enduring the hand of a man stroking his shoulder. I was beginning to sweat nasty on my back.

(I can't afford it right now. I can afford to be choosing a job. Besides, maybe the way I can make money here from a different world is really about selling my body)

But still, considering my personality, my image of my work at night, my familiarity with sexual activity...

Shiori put the fork down and snapped the hand of the man who was being turned on his shoulder.

"I... can't,"

If it's enough to follow this guy, it's better to go wild today. I don't mind living a homeless life for a while. I desperately look for a job, and if I can't find one, then I'll think again of the choice of a whore. But it's a last resort.

"I can't? It's okay, I'm not worried about anything. I'm gonna play with a guy for a second and get some money. Wouldn't there be a better job?

"I'm sorry. I can't, really..."

Face down, Shiori shook her neck to the side.

And so suddenly the atmosphere of the little fat man changes. I said this to threaten him with a dosty voice when I wondered if he had gotten a bad eye and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, fine. That's fine if you say you don't like it. But then I'm gonna have to pay you back exactly for this dessert."

and point to an empty plate. Both apple pies are already in the stomach of poetry weave.

"Oh no...!

(I didn't ask for apple pie from me, and you generally just said, "I don't like sweets"! Even if I didn't get my hands on it. I guess you didn't eat anyway, and it's nothing good. You're wearing a golden ring, and you're cheating on pie...!

That's what I wanted to say, mountains, but it was hard to cut the heck out of it with these unfettered words, and in the end, Shiori just bit his lips and shut up.

Besides, guys, I don't think it actually matters what the cost is. He also speaks after finding out that Shiori doesn't have the ability to pay.

"Come on, let's get you paid for what you ate. If I can't do that, I need you to come home and make me some money."

A little fat man with quite a guessy grin. "This bastard," he exclaimed in his heart, and Shiori glanced up at him.

But I can't help but be anxious and scared. I imagined a scene where I was being a whore and forgiving my body to a man I didn't know, and I almost cried. I'm not ready to make money that way yet.

But I can't even pay for the pie, and as it is... when the poetry weave shook my body.

A little fat man suddenly collapsed in front of Shiori.

"... Huh?

When I suddenly wondered if the man's body had lost its strength, I tried to lean against the back of the couch and lost my mind.

"Hey, what? Are you all right?

Inquiring in Japanese, he shakes his body with itching, but the man does not move with his eyelids closed. My face is slightly red because of the booze, with a pleasant look ——

"Sleeping?

Shiori blinked with a pussy.

Yes, the little fat man, he was just snoring and sleeping.

I lean my neck wondering why I suddenly fell asleep, thinking I'd lost it worrying.

"Hey, hey"

and another man who barely spoke until then - a tattooed man with brown hair - raised his hand and called the waiter. Even though my husband suddenly lost consciousness, he doesn't seem particularly anxious.

"What's wrong?

When the two waiters arrived, the brown-haired man said, taking the key out of the inner pocket of the sleeping little fat man's jacket at will.

"I seem to have fallen asleep drunk. I'm picking up a room in room XVI at this hotel, so can you carry him?

The key had a thin sheet of metal on it, and there it was carved '16' in the letters of this world.

Shiori turned to the brown-haired man and asked as the waiter dropped him off carrying the little fat man with difficulty.

"Him, are you okay? Drunk, sleeping, really?

Sure, I would have been drunk, but my consciousness was clear enough to try to fall into poetry until just before, and I didn't think it was enough to suddenly fall asleep like that. Isn't it something else? And I was just wondering.

To Poetry Weaving's question, the brown-haired man raised his nibble and mouth angle. And he showed Poetry Weaving the little bottle he seemed to have hidden, shaking the clear liquid inside.

"That's pretty sharp. He suddenly fell asleep because of this medicine. I made your sleeping pills."

"Sleep, do it?

"Yeah, sleepy pills, you know?

sleeping pills...... this guy, did you serve sleeping pills to your own boss? Shiori accidentally set himself up. I don't understand the purpose of this man.

The medicine must have been put in a glass of liquor for a little fat man. He always turned to Poetry Weaving and talked, so it should be easy for a brown-haired man sitting opposite Poetry Weaving to make that gap.

"Why, did you put the pills in? He, your, master..."

"My husband? No, he's not. That guy's a good dealer in my shop. Until you arrived today, we were having a business meeting over dinner."

Apparently, it was just a mistake by Poetry Weaving that the brown-haired man was a subordinate of the little fat man. This man also owns his own shop.

"Even if that guy wakes up tomorrow, his memory just before he goes to sleep, with the effect of booze, could be flying. Don't worry, you won't be remembered."

"Why..."

"Why did you do this? It's easy. Because I didn't want him to take you away from me."

Shiori ate for a moment when a man was told the kind of line he told the woman he loved. But of course there's no such thing as sweet emotions there.

"The store has been doing better lately. I was getting out of hand on my own. I was just about to hire someone who was serious and easy to handle who was willing to work."

That's what the brown-haired man says, he looks at Shiori and laughs nicely.

I do have a willingness to work, and while I think it might be serious and easy to handle like a Japanese.

"I don't like it..."

Said Shiori, sweating cold. 'Cause this guy's shop, it's probably not a bunch of stores either. Maybe it's a better job to work in a whorehouse.

The man stood up and hung himself on the couch. When he weaved his jacket,

"Fine, I don't mind saying no. Except if you can pay for my dessert now."

That's what I said with a spare smile.

This man......! And while I clenched my teeth, Shiori's loss had been decided. You can't just eat for free and run away, because you have a serious, easy to handle personality.

"Come on, come on. I'll do your job."

After the man who had just left the restaurant, Shiori followed him in a blunt and uncomfortable manner.

Including dessert, there's no way to be aware that it was the little fat man who was paying the price upfront for the course dishes for two, and that Shiori didn't have to give the brown-haired man back the money he was looking for...