Amanda had an exquisite, almond-shaped face with delicate and refined features. Her skin was smooth like porcelain, and the slight upward tilt at the corners of her eyes gave her a captivating, foxy allure.
Her chestnut curls tumbled sexily down her back.
She wore a simple yet elegant white blouse, its neckline slightly open to show off her graceful neck.
The blouse hugged her figure, highlighting her silhouette. Its sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing slender wrists, effortlessly balancing sophistication with casual elegance.
A fitted pencil skirt completed her ensemble, perfectly tracing her curves. The skirt's glossy fabric, paired with black stockings, showcased her long legs, exuding a competent and stylish vibe.
James couldn't help but be momentarily entranced, seeing in her the image of a regal, cool beauty from the pages of a comic book.
Her posture was confident, eyes aloof, yet her smile was as warm as sunshine breaking through winter clouds.
Using his scanning function, James took a quick look.
Name: Amanda Fred
Age: 27
Charm: 90
Number of Relationships: 2
Only two?
No way.
Could a girl working in bars and nightclubs be so innocent?
Is it possible to keep one's integrity in these places?
James felt a twinge of surprise.
Upon entering the bar, he'd already scanned most of the girls nearby.
Many were strikingly beautiful, several scoring in the 90s on charm.
Yet, their number of relationships often hit double digits, some even in the hundreds.
The most shocking was an 86-charm point beauty reputed to have slept with a thousand men.
Astounding.
At that rate, one a day meant three years' worth of partners.
How could someone accomplish so much before hitting 30, offering those lips to so many?
James couldn't fathom it.
Nor did he dare flirt with those girls.
Mainly, he couldn't risk hitting on them in front of Tailsa, and experimenting seemed a dangerous prospect.
At the very least, he'd try with a strong constitution buff in place first.
Amanda noticed James's focused stare, bemused by its nature.
She'd encountered ogling men and appreciating glances, but this piercing, seemingly observant gaze was a noveltyâand undeniably curious.
Quickly checking her attire, Amanda saw nothing amiss.
She'd glanced in the mirror earlier, finding her makeup just right.
She couldn't decipher what James was seeing.
Approaching him, she set aside her internal questions, smiling, "I apologize, both of you. I'm Amanda, in charge here. I'm very sorry our service didn't meet your expectations. Please forgive us."
She followed the words with a slight bow.
Right or wrong, in customer service, starting with an apology was always prudent.
Amanda was seasoned and skilled.
She continued, "To make it right, we'd like to offer you two specialty cocktails on the house. How does that sound?"
Her attitude left no room for criticism, but the promoter behind her wore a look of irritation.
James reclined on the sofa, replying calmly, "No need. I didn't call you over for drinks."
"Oh? Then, how can I assist?"
"I tried ordering the Supreme Dragon set, but the promoter implied all I was worth was their mixed option. I find your service somewhat problematic and wanted to discuss it."
Amanda was taken aback at his mentioning the Supreme Dragon set.
Scanning his attire and the beauty beside him, she began to believe him.
Hearing of the promoter's discouragement incited her ire.
This fool, who daily enjoyed belittling customers.
Last time, he ridiculed a table of patrons, relegating them to regular seating, reserving booths for his friends.
In the end, those patrons spent far more at their table than his friends at the booth.
Amanda resolved: if James was genuine in ordering the Dragon set, she'd dismiss this brainless promoter immediately.
"I'm truly sorry. We sincerely apologize and assure you that we'll better train our staff, providing excellent service. I hope you'll forgive us this once," she bowed again.
The bow was deeper than before, offering James an eyeful, though that was hardly his intentionâhe'd merely wanted to vent.
Troubling fellow workers seemed needlessly harsh.
Yet, the promoter's haughty "hmph", filled with disdain and mutterings of "Who's he kidding? Like he could afford the Dragon set anyway," reached his ears.
He neither believed in such a show performed for skinflints nor felt he should grovel before them.
Although quietly muttered, all nearby heard.
Amanda's expression darkenedâthe promoter showed no regard at all.
Her patience waning, she directed icy tones towards him, "You're fired. Pack up and get out of Dragon Bay."
He protested, "For what? I spoke the truth! They don't even know what a Dragon set stands for, how could they afford one?"
Amanda cast him a contemptuous glance. No wonder public complaints about poor serviceâthis dimwit stirred trouble.
Unwilling to waste time, Amanda reached for her phone, calling for assistance.
He, growing desperate, boasted, "Consider thisânone of my friends will ever come back here if I'm fired."
Amanda countered coolly, speaking into her phone, "Bring some guys to S03 immediately."
She wielded significant authority in the bar; all staff answered to her. Summoning brute force took mere moments.
Realizing her seriousness, he lashed out, "You filthyâsiding with a cheapskate! Damn youâ"
"Smack"
Lit with fury, Amanda delivered a swift slap to his cheek.
Stunned, he peered at her in disbelief.
James and Tailsa were equally taken aback, shocked by her fierceness.
Moments before, Tailsa had wondered if this was all an act, a con job to dupe James into spending money.
Now, that slap cleared her doubts.
What bar could perform such realistic acts? Her brother hadn't even taken out his wallet, yet this unfolded so dramatically.
At that moment, several brawny men hurried over, waiting for Amanda's command.
With a frosty air, Amanda ordered, "Strip him bare and throw him out."
The burly men seized him by the arms, hauling him away.
He, with scrawny limbs clamped, couldn't speak up, casting only venomous glances Amanda's way.
Meeting his gaze, Amanda squinted, adding, "Leave nothing on him, and make sure it's documented."
Witnessing her decisive justice, James swallowed hard.
And firmly quashed any thoughts of hitting on her.