Chapter 51: I Want To Look Beautiful And Sexy

“My name is Downey,” the cosmetician said. He pointed to a seat that faced a mirror.

“Why don’t you have a seat?” As Crystal sat down, Downey asked her what her name was, and she said, “My name is Cristie.”

“I really appreciate what you’re doing for me.” Serenity was relieved to hear Crystal offer an alias in lieu of her real name. She thought - In a place like this, the fewer people that knew her real name, the better it would be. After all, Crystal wouldn’t want to be mistaken for a “Working Girl.”

Downey: “Cristie? That’s a cute name. Like Cristie The Night Beauty! Before we get started, do you have any ideas about how you’d like to look?”

“I want to look beautiful and sexy.” Crystal laughed. “But I would also like the makeup to serve as a disguise,” she said. “If possible, I would like to look like a completely different person.”

“Anything is possible,” Downey said. Most people don’t know this, but I used to do makeup in Hollywood! So, of course, this is my strength.”

About half an hour later, the makeup was finished. Downey stepped back to see his final work, and he was so satisfied that he almost applauded his genius skills.

Serenity looked at Crystal and said, “Wow, I really can’t recognize you.” Crystal’s eyes had been widened, his sockets deepened, and she had been given chestnut-colored contact lenses. Her skin color had been changed so that she looked like a person with a multicultural background, and a mole had been placed in the corner of her eye. She had initially looked plain, but now she was gorgeous and sexy. If she stood outside, even the club owner would have to step out of her way.

Crystal looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction. Even she couldn’t recognize herself. Crystal pulled out her phone to take a picture, and when she saw what time it was, she realized that her time was running out. Sadly, she had no time to appreciate her sudden beauty. She turned to Serenity, grabbed her arm, and dragged her into the dressing room. And once they were alone, she said, “Serenity, take off your clothes.”

Serenity: “What?”

Crystal: “Aren’t you in charge of the private boxes tonight? If I am wearing your clothes, I can go straight in.”

“That makes sense,” Serenity admitted, and she began to undress. And while Crystal was dressing, Serenity told her everything that she needed to know about the private boxes. “And please, be careful!”

Crystal: “Don’t worry. Even if I am recognized, I will be fine. Anyway, Professor Davis won’t hurt me. By the way, he didn’t recognize you, did he?”

“No,” Serenity replied. “The lights inside the boxes are very dim.” She put on her street clothes as Crystal adjusted her bunny ears and straightened her bowtie.

Crystal was a little taller than Serenity, and Serenity was slightly fatter than Crystal. The bunny girl uniform was originally tight on Serenity, but it fit Crystal perfectly.

The blue uniform was decorated with white lace trim and classical pink embroidery. It showed off Crystal’s legs, and the bust was designed to make her breasts look more prominent and accentuate her cleavage. In addition, half of Crystal’ long hair was tied up, which took advantage of her baby’s face and made her look cute.

Serenity led Crystal to the private box, and as they walked, Crystal worked hard to maintain her balance in the high-heeled shoes she’d been given. Finally, Serenity offered her arm for support, and Crystal asked her if the clients would be asking for drinks.

Serenity: “No, unless...”

Crystal: “Unless what?”

Serenity: “Unless you encounter a difficult or aggressive customer. If someone asks you to drink with them, they might want to take advantage of you.”

Crystal: “I thought about this. I should be safe because Nathan is inside, but what should I do if it happens anyway?”

Serenity: “You can tell the client that you will only drink with him if he orders a bottle of Lafite. Our guests are pretty stingy, so if you remember that, you should be fine. And I don’t think that there is anything to worry about when it comes to Professor Davis. Just go in, take a picture, and get out.”

Crystal nodded, thanked her friend, pushed on the door, and went in.

Under the colorful lights in the private box, the guests’ laughter and charming voices were exaggerated. They created a festive atmosphere that was heightened by alcohol and other illicit dr*gs. When they saw Crystal, they assumed she was staff, and they paid little attention to her.

One of the women said, “Come on, Master Smith; just one more drink.”

Another said, “What, well... isn’t it my turn?”

Suddenly someone noticed Crystal and said, “This girl has a slim figure.” Because the lights were dim, Crystal couldn’t make out anyone’s face, but she felt their eyes on her like fire ants crawling on her skin.

Crystal inched a little closer to the table and glanced around the room. In the corner, she noticed a handsome man in solitude. There was at least a foot of space on either side of him, and he seemed out of place.

It’s a pity that he is drinking alone - she thought. And she suddenly felt inexplicably lucky- But why? The door behind her was suddenly pushed open, and, unfortunately, she did not have the time to explore this abnormal emotion.

Several people walked in. In front of the group, there was a very handsome man in a mostly unbuttoned burgundy shirt. He held a goblet in his hand, and as he walked, the liquor swooshed up to the rim of the glass. The man had deep facial features, exquisite eyebrows, and a clear red lip print on his neck. Unlike Nathan’s cold aura, this man’s aura was dripping with arrogance and hubris.

One of the women looked up, smiled, and patted the seat beside her. “Master Bush,” she said, “Come... sit.”

Before Bush could move, though, a trio of women stood up and embraced him and then led him to another seat. The first girl frowned but said nothing.