The manager ignored her and looked at the others in the booth. "I'm sorry, everyone. I have something to tell her. I'll be right there. Please excuse me."
Alivia was dragged by the manager to the second floor in confusion. There were many open private rooms, and they couldn't see each other if they were separated. She was taken to the middle. She knew that this was the most expensive place in the bar. She couldn't go up usually.
"Manager, why did you bring me here?" Alivia was confused.
The manager pushed her in and said in a low voice, "It's up to you to make money!"
After that, the manager left and closed the color-changing glass door of the booth. Everything was isolated, and even the voice was lowered. Alivia was flustered. Through the dim light, she saw the man get up and walk slowly toward her, as aggressive as she remembered.
There was a sharp perfume on his body. When he walked up to her, she almost couldn't breathe.
Bert looked down at the woman's flustered face. Compared with her exposed clothes, her face was pure and clean.
He looked around and suddenly raised his hand to her chest. Alivia was so shocked that her face turned pale. "What are you doing?!"
Bert acted as if he didn't hear her. When he raised his hand again, he held a small square box between his slender fingers and looked at her with a little disdain. "Are you selling condoms in a bar?"
Alivia was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She reached out and snatched the condom box back. "Don't touch my things!"
"Didn't you hear what the manager said just now? I want these things."
Alivia had been selling adult products in the bar for about a month. Every night, she hoped to sell them as soon as possible, but at this moment, she felt her face burning.
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