Allure: Peerless Beauty

chapter 2

The car drove on the road. Ada looked at the bustling neon lights flashing past the window with a hurried pace. Gilbert fiddled with his laptop, his expression indifferent, busy and unapproachable like other successful people, immersed in his work.

Ada watched his fingers flying over the keyboard, knuckles protruding but slender and powerful. Undeniably, these were hands adept at manipulating the tides of the business world, such as the fluctuations of the stock market and the fortunes of thousands of families, as well as the destiny of an ordinary girl.

The car, at some point, had already entered the heart of the city's hustle and bustle, where luxurious boutiques adorned the streets like humble handmaidens waiting quietly on either side of the road.

The man closed his laptop and turned to look at the girl beside him, his gaze focused. However, Ada had no desire to communicate, feeling that words were superfluous in this transaction of silver and goods.

She knew nothing about his life, and he knew nothing about hers. Yet tonight, she had to entrust him with the most precious memories of a woman, such was fate.

At this moment, he reached out his hand, his cold fingers touching her face like some crawling creature. She dared not move, but shivered all over, her pitiful heart tightly squeezed in her chest.

The man looked at her coldly, chuckling lightly, "No need to be so afraid, I'm not a tiger, I won't eat you."

Ada turned her face to look at him in astonishment. But he no longer looked at her, returning to his own affairs as if nothing had happened.

Ada leaned her head against the cold window, feeling not only fear but also an inexplicable sadness welling up inside her. She wanted to carefully recall the cause of this unfounded disaster, but all that remained in her memory were fragmented fragments.

What she should remember, she thought somewhat desolately, was just something that happened a week ago. The so-called forgetting was just a helpless self-deception.

Perhaps, every woman, even a striptease dancer, would not want to recall such a process, watching her dignity being trampled upon.

Now thinking back, that was really just an ordinary day... If there was anything different, it was that Ada found the day seemed to darken particularly fast.

The night was like a prison, with lonely souls and wild ghosts standing around. As fireworks had not yet faded, and music had not ceased, in this bustling coastal city, some humans had just fallen asleep, while some creatures had just awakened...

"Ada, VIP Room No. 6." The bartender, quick in his movements, placed a bottle of cognac on the bar counter and cautioned, "Be careful, this liquor is expensive."

Ada placed the bottle on a silver tray, holding it carefully in her hands.

She walked through the DISCO bar hall, dazzling lights, deafening music, and red men and green women shuttling back and forth, the scene still as glamorous and confusing as ever.

"Hey, Ada." Someone called out to her.

Ada turned her head and saw that it was the beautiful DJ COCO, wearing a black tight leather jacket and oversized headphones, standing on the DJ platform playing music, but still waving to her when she had a moment.

This girl, skillfully spinning the turntable with one hand, and gesturing a drinking motion with the other, could actually do two things at once, really amazing.

Ada understood that she was inviting her and Sherry for a drink after work.

She shook her head, pressing her hand against her cheek.

COCO waved her hand as if unable to bear it, meaning: Whatever, going home to sleep after work, are you bored?

Ada shrugged and smiled, unable to help it. Both she and Sherry were night owls, with an impressive capacity for alcohol. They could drink until three in the afternoon without anyone bothering them. She had classes early tomorrow morning, so how could she afford to have a swollen pair of eyes and a splitting headache from a hangover?

Then, Ada went to deliver the liquor, while COCO focused on DJing. She had won the championship in the city's DJ contest, her skillful hands were adept at the craft, and she played music that touched the soul, instantly elevating the atmosphere to its peak.

As a result, the girls dancing on the pole swayed gracefully, the ladies in fur were hot and passionate, and the men in ties flirted with the women in backless dresses, with fiery passion. Countless men and women in the dance floor hugged and kissed each other, full of sorrow and lamentation.

And those tall, beautiful, gentle and charming women, at the bar, at the card seats, leaned down to whisper the prices into the ears of the men dressed in fine clothes: "Chatting, $50, Overnight, $800. Cash only, no checks, thank you..."

Ada held the tray carefully, making her way through this group of demons and monsters, feeling that every day here was like Halloween, with the gates of hell wide open, and monsters swarming out, causing havoc and suffering to the living.

When she finished delivering the drinks and walked out with the tray, she noticed that the door to the adjacent seventh booth wasn't shut tight. A familiar voice slipped through the crack, slightly hoarse and seemingly indifferent.

“Red eyes gazed deeply upon this desolate city,

As if happiness was squeezed out through bitter smiles,

The whole city spent all their might on me,

In this glamorous era, we set the scene for a breakup.”

It was a song with a poignant lyrics, carrying a sense of helplessness and urban sorrow, but one wonders how many people amidst the bustling crowds of the city truly comprehend it.

Ada smiled to herself, thinking that in a place like this, only Sherry would sing such a song.

In this land of debauchery, men seek the surrender of the soul, and allure clouds judgment. Women naturally revel in debauchery, seducing with their looks.

Playing at being sentimental? Who cares! Sherry, who has been rolling in the wind and moon for many years, how could she not understand this, yet she still likes to go against the tide.

At the end of the corridor is the performance hall, English songs reverberate along the narrow passage, GrooveCoverage's music filled with buzzing echoes, full of innocent questions and mysterious temptations.

“God is a girl, Wherever you are, Do you believe it, can you receive it?”

Is God a girl? God is not a girl. If God were a girl, she would not watch so many poor women suffer in the world.

The guests in room thirteen, satisfied with their evening, left with an arm around a slender-waisted lady, leaving Ada to clean up the mess. She collected bottles, cigarette boxes, pink condoms, white medication bags... and similar garbage, and put them into a black plastic bag to dispose of later in the alley.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the door. The voices were loud, the footsteps were chaotic, some were cursing, some were yelling, and some were screaming in shock. From the sounds of it, another hostess had been beaten up.

This was an absolute patriarchal world, and some things were not surprising to see. Ada initially ignored it, busy with her own tasks.

But unexpectedly, disaster struck just like that.

"Allure," this renowned nightclub in New York, was known for its luxurious décor and its "Scarlet Army" of high quality, high taste, and high education.

The secrecy here was extremely high, like many other high-end entertainment venues, adhering to an unshakable rule: the more debauched the nightlife, the calmer the surface, never revealing any clues to the outside world.

In this regard, under the iron-fisted management of boss Wilson, "Allure" was undoubtedly the leader in the industry.

Such places always had stories, but the stories here were always shrouded in secrecy, keeping tight-lipped. The most unknown events happened behind the curtains, the most dirty and despicable secrets hidden under the floorboards, and the most shameless, vile, and cruel acts turned into grievances, dissipating in the decadent air, silent and unseen.

On that particular evening, Sherry and Ada, under these rules, almost disappeared like two tiny beetles in the bloody night.

Just a little bit more...