Fairy’s Box

Da da da! Da da da!

In the center of the beautiful and radiant stage, Aisha was demonstrating the folk dance of the tree elf. She was wearing a light green short skirt, stepping on the nodes of the music, and her crystal-encrusted high-heeled shoes twirled lightly.

Her dance steps are very complicated, possessing the unique agility and flexibility of tree elves, which ordinary human dancers can't do at all, and they will feel dazzled just by looking at them.

Aisha sank into the rhythm of dance and music, the soft short skirt kept swirling, like a blooming daffodil, flying on the mirror-like stage, the high heels tapped the mahogany floor, sending out a string of charming charms. Crispy.

Below the stage, a few well-dressed Rosevian gentlemen were sitting, as if fascinated by admiration, until the other party jumped into the air with a beautiful split, as if they were about to hang the dance on the stage, they were like a dream. The first awakened applauded vigorously.

The person in charge of recruiting actors, John Steve applauded vigorously, while flattering the middle-aged man beside him: "Mr. Charles, what do you think of her?"

"What a beautiful dance, what a beauty, John, you did a great job."

Charles glanced at him approvingly, and couldn't wait to return to the stage, and said excitedly:

"She has an amazing talent in dancing, and she is so beautiful and elegant, and she will definitely make a lot of money for us. Your bonus this month will be doubled, and I will give priority to you as the director of the recruitment department."

"Thank you very much." John smiled, rubbed his palms, and said in a low voice, "Since you have decided to hire them, then... do you want to follow the old rules?"

"Are you sure they're dancing for money?" Charles asked hesitantly as he tugged at his hot and sultry jacket.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong. This mother and daughter are impoverished. They dance to make money. As long as you want, I have a way..." John said with a smirk.

"Cough, then follow the rules, I'm still in the same place."

The middle-aged gentleman coughed, and immediately raised **** on his right hand. The guard beside him hurriedly handed over the pipe. He took a sip, and then instructed worriedly:

"Remember, don't lose face, if you really don't want to, forget it."

"understand!"

John agrees again and again, but he has made up his mind to accomplish this, otherwise, what will the boss think of him in the future, the position and bonus of the director must be consolidated by credit.

...

Behind the stage. Powder room.

"Miss Elsa is such a beauty."

"You dance so beautifully, Mr. Charles hasn't been so excited for a long time."

"Yeah, looking at his eyes, I can't wait to eat you."

While removing her makeup, several makeup artists raved about her. In their eyes, this lady with pointed ears would definitely be red. why? The person is beautiful, dances well, has an exotic atmosphere, and the sponsor is willing to hold it, how can it not be popular?

"Eat, what do you mean?"

Aisha asked with a confused expression in her stammered Roserbian.

"Hahaha, I'm just complimenting you." Several makeup artists looked at each other and smiled.

"thanks."

She understood this sentence, and immediately showed a bright smile.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A series of male coughs suddenly came from outside the door. John knocked on the door pretentiously, strode in, and shook his chin at several makeup artists:

"I have something to do with Miss Aisha, you guys go out first."

Several people seemed to be used to this for a long time. Before he could finish his words, he quickly put away the items in his hand, quickly ran out the door, and left the other party and Aisha alone indoors.

"Miss Elsa, Mr. Charles likes your dance very much." John walked slowly to her side, grabbed a makeup pen in front of the dresser, and said pretentiously:

"Your dream will come true soon. As long as you satisfy him, you will soon become popular in Gaul. At that time, you and your daughter will no longer have to worry about food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and will live the life of the upper class."

"Thank you." She said gratefully.

It seems that people can't be seen, this girl is very good!

John was instantly happy, looked at the picturesque face of the other party, and said with a smile: "Miss Aisha, it's fine if you understand, Mr. Charles is very satisfied with you, as long as you serve him comfortably, the dream is close at hand!"

"What do you mean by serving?" Elsa's eyes widened.

"Miss Elsa..." John's smile froze on his face, he put down the makeup pen in his hand, walked behind the tree elf, looked into the other's eyes from the mirror and asked:

"You really don't understand, or are you pretending you don't?"

"..." She shook her head timidly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand! I've made it clear to you, this is also the rule in this business. If you want to perform on stage, become popular all over Gaul, and make money for you and your daughter, you have to sleep with Mr. Charles! I am so Say, do you understand?"

"sleep!"

Aisha stood up in a panic, hugged her chest, and retreated to the corner helplessly.

Is this girl pretending to be pure or pure?

do not care! It doesn't matter if you're pure or fake, anyway, you're here for money, so I don't believe you won't obey!

"Miss Aisha, I don't care where you come from or what customs you have there, but when you come to us to be an actress or to dance, you have to do things according to our rules. If you want to be popular and make money, you can do it. We have a way to make a fortune together, but you have to be sensible, you know?"

He put on a good-looking face and persuaded him earnestly.

"I don't sleep!" Elsa shrank in the corner and shook her head firmly.

John was almost annoyed by her, and continued patiently:

"You want to be popular even if you don't sleep with me? Who do you think you are? Do you have a backer? Do you have a sponsor? There are many beautiful women who can dance. Do you think you are the only one missing?"

"I... I can still sing, shoot arrows, and hunt!" she said stutteringly.

"That's useless! I'll be your teacher today, and I'll have my own rules in whatever line of work you do. Do you understand? Tell me, do you have any rules for dancing in your hometown?"

"On the birthday of the Mother Tree God, we have to do a prayer dance." Elsa folded her chest into a ball, murmuring like a mosquito.

"Yes! Just like you have to perform a prayer dance on the birthday of the Mother Tree God, the rule in our business is that if you want to dance, you have to serve the gold master and the backer, do you understand!"

"..." She nodded hesitantly, then shook it quickly.

"I'm really tired. You don't understand today! I'll put the words here. If you want to stay here and dance, just follow me and serve Mr. Charles. If you don't want to dance, get out!"

John is undoubtedly a bad guy, but one thing is very important. He subconsciously did not regard Elsa as an alien. From beginning to end, he was persecuting this tree elf in the same way as persecuting poor human women.

This proves that Roservia's thousand-year-old might, the great power of the Celestial Empire's tolerant and lenient mentality, was still working before it was strongly stimulated.

"..."

Aisha was silent. She just noticed that she is in a strange world now, surrounded by humans, and there is no prey. If she can't stay here and dance, how can she live in the future.

This girl hesitated, there is a play!

John immediately put away his aggressive face and softened his posture again:

"Miss Aisha, I don't understand what you're hesitating about? Since you've chosen to be an actress, do you still want to keep yourself clean? How many actors haven't slept with anyone? It doesn't matter, this is a well-known unspoken rule. , no one will take it seriously. You can be beautiful on the stage, and you can be drunk on the stage, and no one will think you are dirty!"

Speaking of this, he took a breath and said in a serious tone: "The price you paid is nothing compared to what you got, so why hesitate?"

"..."

Aisha looked at him in confusion. She didn't understand the rules of human beings. Could it be that the actor accompanies the gold master to sleep, is it really an unspoken rule?

"I didn't lie to you, as long as you're an actor, unless you're hard enough backstage, who hasn't been played a few times. Even if you don't do it here, you have to do it elsewhere!"

John realized that the defense line of the big beauty in front of him had loosened, and immediately delivered a fatal blow: "Think about your daughter! If you don't go, do you want her to go?"

"..."

Aisha trembled violently, her hands tightly hugging her shoulders, her fingernails almost pierced her fair skin.

Seeing the other party's appearance, he understood that most of the work had been done, and then said hard-to-get, "It's okay if you don't do it, I'll go and explain to Mr. Charles, you quickly pack up and leave!"

"Don't! I... sleep!" she said, biting her thin lips.

This girl can finally follow, things are finally done!

John almost jumped up in excitement, walked to the tree elf's side, grabbed her slender hand, and slowly helped it up:

"That's right! With Miss Aisha's beauty, Mr. Charles can definitely be addicted to you. By then, don't talk about dancing, you can easily get anything you want."

...

Grand Theater. VIP Room

"Aisha, my baby! You are so beautiful!"

Inside the silk quilt on the platform bed, the sound of Charles' obsession continued to be heard. With the slight trembling of the mattress, the slender feet that had been white and beautiful stretched out from under the silk quilt.

"My beauty! Elsa...Elsa...oh!"

With his high-pitched cry, the shaking of the mattress suddenly stopped.

After the joy, Charles held the other party's soft palm with a contented look on his face, and said lazily, "John has told you about the rules, right? Baby, just rest assured, from now on, you will definitely red!"

"..."

Aisha didn't speak, but the other party thought she was just shy, so she held the little hand more tenderly.

No one knows, and no one will care, a tree elf from an exotic land is crying silently under the covers. What she will face will be a powerful, inclusive, and beautiful world, but also a strange, dirty, and rotten world.