The door was opened, and two waiters entered, each carrying a covered serving tray.
“Give her the set meal.” Daila gestured toward Aier.
When the lid was lifted from the tray, Aier peered through the rising steam and saw her meal: a fragrant pan-fried meat fish, a piece of white bread, a small dish of cream, and a glass of ginger beer.
“Wow~” Looking at the food, Aier couldn’t help but let out an adorable exclamation.
For Aier, just white bread alone was a rare treat she’d hardly ever been able to eat in all these years, let alone all these other delicacies.
She couldn’t take it anymore—just the aroma was enough to make her mouth water uncontrollably.
Aier quickly wiped the corner of her mouth and looked over at Daila’s tray. When the lid was lifted, there was only a piece of steak with black pepper sauce and a vegetable salad.
“You… you’re just having that much?” Aier hesitated, the words almost slipping out, “Why don’t you… have the pan-fried fish? I can’t finish all this…”
She always felt like she was taking advantage when the other person was treating her.
Daila glanced at her, deftly cutting into the steak with her fork. “It’s enough to fill me, and besides, I don’t like fish.”
Although the Royal Capital was by the sea and had plenty of fishing grounds, anyone with even a bit of status disliked fish, since it couldn’t be eaten in big mouthfuls.
“Thank you for treating me to so much good food.” Aier thanked her sincerely.
Her smile was pure and bright, like sunlight breaking through the clouds, making Daila’s hand holding the fork pause for a moment.
Daila: “……”
This was true innocence—completely clueless.
Aier was overjoyed; it had been so long since she’d had such good food. Her eyes sparkled like a starry sky.
Her fair little hands quickly picked up the white bread, spread cream on it, and took a big bite.
“Mmmmmm~~~~ So, so good!”
The soft bread mixed with rich, creamy flavor melted in her mouth, and happiness instantly overwhelmed her taste buds.
Those emerald eyes seemed to fall into a sea of stars, shining with a unique light.
Aier’s hands couldn’t stop at all. In just a moment, she’d stuffed her cheeks full, looking just like a little hamster.
“Slow down, there’s still a while before we open at six.” Daila couldn’t help but remind her, her voice carrying a hint of something even she didn’t notice.
Just then, the Office door was knocked again.
Daila raised her brows slightly. “Come in.”
The waiter outside pushed the door open, looking a bit cautious. “Dajietou, Boss is here, and wants to see you.”
Daila’s eyes sharpened. She sprang up, not even bothering with her food.
“You stay here and finish eating. When you’re done, leave the plates there, and don’t run around.”
She tossed out these words in a hurry, not even waiting for Aier’s reply, and dashed out of the Office like the wind.
Daila hurried to the Boss’s Office door, worried that the Boss might have something important. If she delayed, she couldn’t bear the consequences.
The Office door was open, so she immediately straightened up outside and spoke respectfully:
“Miss Mageli, you wanted to see me?”
Inside the Office sat a mature, beautiful blonde woman. She wore a white silk blouse and slacks, a few buttons undone at her chest, revealing fair, ample breasts and a full, round bottom.
Another stunner full of charm.
Her name was Mageli, the big Boss of the hotel, and also the close friend Xie Yier had mentioned before.
Mageli looked at Daila, a faint smile on her face, looking very enchanting. “Are there any new girls in the shop? Clean ones, untouched, best if it’s her first time.”
Half of the weight in Daila’s heart was instantly lifted—it turned out to be about this.
She immediately bowed and answered respectfully, “Yes, we just got a new one today. She’s cute and delicate, with a gentle and obedient temperament. Her mother owes the shop a lot of money, so she can be handled however you like. I’ve also checked her background—her family lost their Noble title two years ago, never dated, very clean.”
Daila summarized Aier’s key information clearly.
Mageli nodded, her fingertips tapping lightly on the smooth desk. “Good. There will be a very important Noble Guest arriving at seven tonight. You go dress her up yourself, and have her serve them for the evening.”
Her smile remained unchanged, but her tone was unquestionable. “Also, have someone clean the second-floor VIP Suite thoroughly. Change as many decorations as possible for new ones. That Noble Guest absolutely hates using anything others have touched.”
Daila’s heart tightened and she immediately responded, “Yes! I’ll take care of it right away!”
She turned and left quickly. If Mageli treated something so seriously, that Noble Guest’s identity… was unfathomable!
About half an hour later.
The most luxurious VIP Suite on the second floor had been completely refreshed.
Velvet chair covers, brand new sofa cushions embroidered with dark gold patterns, crystal vases filled with freshly picked, expensive orchids…
There was even a faint scent of herbal air freshener in the air.
After confirming everything was perfect, Daila rushed back to her own Office.
She passed through the lobby, where the atmosphere was already warming up.
Some merchants were fawning over the Nobles they’d invited, hoping to get some business connections.
The hotel’s Jazz Band had already started playing, mellow jazz drifting through the hall, with one or two couples already dancing in the Ballroom.
Daila was really worried that her little cutie—so naive she even made Daila crave to protect her—would be led out by some clueless waiter, then get snatched by some hunter on the prowl.
If that happened, she’d end up as an ornament on some lamppost tonight.
When she opened the Office door and saw Aier still sitting obediently in her seat, Daila finally relaxed.
Daila crooked her finger at Aier. “Come with me to the Changing Room. A big shot has asked for you to pour drinks tonight. Serve well and you’ll get your reward.”
“Me?”
Aier was very confused. She hadn’t even shown her face—how could someone ask for her directly?
Daila rolled her eyes. “Nonsense, if not you, then who, me?”
Not waiting for Aier to answer, she directly dragged Aier to the second-floor Changing Room.
When Daila stuffed a neatly folded set of clothes into Aier’s arms, Aier was dazed.
It was a Gothic Outfit.
Inside was a white cotton blouse with delicate lace at the collar and cuffs.
On top was a knee-length black satin corset skirt, the waist-cinching design very obvious.
For shoes, there was a pair of thick-soled, round-toed little black leather shoes.
But what really got to Aier was the socks.
Daila had completely skipped over the playful short socks and brought out a pair of black over-the-knee garter socks that reached all the way up her thighs!
Wait, are you dressing me up to give the guest a crit and attack speed buff or what?
Aier kept telling herself: I’m already a grown-up girl. I can’t get shy just because I’m wearing something sexy—I have to show confidence and poise.
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