The girl, naturally sociable, took a seat and initiated a conversation.
âMy name is Elodie Bryant.
Whatâs your name, Miss?â
Nicole simply pointed at her name tag and replied, âYou can call me by this name.
â
Unfazed by Nicoleâs reluctance to reveal her true name, Elodie understood in their profession, everyone had their own tales and secrets to keep.
âSo, I will call you Cherry.
â
Elodieâs persistence stirred a hint of suspicion in Nicole.
Nicole opted to observe first and then responded politely, âThatâs fine.
â
Elodie seemed amiable, quite the contrast from her demeanor in the chamber.
She was notably enthusiastic.
âCherry, did Deniz bother you later?â she asked.
Nicole eyed Elodie skeptically, wondering whether Elodie was Vickiâs spy.
Was Elodie probing for information to report back to Vicki?
Nicole wasnât just being overly cautious.
Knowing Vickiâs methods, it was likely Vicki would have someone in the club monitoring her every move.
Wishing to keep her own counsel, Nicole replied uneasily, âThat person⦠He wasnât very good.
â
Her answer was deliberately vague, neither fully criticizing nor praising Deniz, leaving much to the imagination.
Elodie didnât pry further.
Instead, she rambled on, âBut you were lucky to escape any trouble.
Deniz is really vile.
He tends to hassle the new people here.
Heâs overweight and not pleasant to look at.
He often demands that we do repulsive thingsâ¦â
Elodie continued, but Nicole had no desire to hear more about Denizâs misdeeds.
Rubbing her forehead, Nicole longed for some peace.
Noticing Nicoleâs pale face, Elodie said, âCherry, I hope I didnât disturb your rest.
Iâll leave now.
Take care.
â
Just then, someone called out for Elodie.
She responded and turned back to Nicole, saying, âCherry, Iâve been here over a year.
If you ever need advice or have questions, just ask me.
I know all about whoâs troublesome and whoâs generous here.
â
Elodieâs forwardness was overwhelming for Nicole, who simply nodded and responded, âOkay.
â
âIâll be off then, Cherry.
â
With Elodieâs departure, tranquility returned to the room.
Lying on the bed, Nicoleâs thoughts drifted to Austin.
Her concern for him prevented her from resting.
At ten oâclock, she received a photo on her phone of Austin sleeping peacefully.
This was Vickiâs assurance.
As long as Nicole worked here, a photo of Austin would arrive every two days.
Looking at the small figure in the photo, Nicole caressed it with her fingers, her eyes misting over.
âAustin, Iâm sorry you have to go through this.
â
Time seemed to fly.
Nicole visited Kingbel Club daily, but Jemma only set up training for her.
The training was easy, and the instructor was kind.
She primarily taught Nicole how to harness her feminine allure.