Wang Youhe followed the waiter out of the guest room. He felt like he was betrayed. However, since he came, he would be content with it. Even if he wanted to go back, he would not be able to go back now. Although he was abandoned by Sister Zhang on the surface, in his heart, he was full of expectations for the female guest who chose him.
I hope the other party is a beauty.
Wang Youhe thought to himself.
He walked through a long corridor and entered the Zhaonu Dynasty Club. The two buildings were connected together, and there was a long corridor passing through the building in the middle. All of them had to walk into the club's hall through here to watch the performance.
After entering the club, there was a room that specially received the sign, which received the numbers in order. Wang Youhe was the 80th male guest to enter the venue, so the sign hanging around his neck was No. 80.
The hall is now very empty, except for the white cloth wine table, there is almost no one to see. The stage in the middle is blocked by black cloth, and I don’t know what is behind it. Since the performance has not started yet, the lights in the hall are adjusted to darkness, which makes Wang Youhe a little uneasy.
Before entering the hall, the waiter had already explained to him the rules of serving the maids. There was only one purpose, which was to let the female guests have fun. If the female guests get angry, they would be punished and no one could save him.
To this end, he also signed a contract and made a promise to ensure that he would not disobey the female guest's various strange orders.
At this time, the female guest in the room had already finished drawing lots, because the female guest who was late and did not draw lots would be randomly assigned by the system to be slaves played by the male guest, and at the same time they would lose the privilege of using their partner to exchange for three quotas.
Under the guidance of the waiter, Wang Youhe found his place, which was the No. 10 table. He saw a square blanket on the ground with his number on it.
Just kneel here and wait until the female guest comes. You can't be lazy and slick. If your knees leave the blanket, there will be an electronic device to call the police. We will punish you for your dereliction of duty. Do you understand?
The waiter was probably a girl of about 25 or 26 years old, with fair skin and pretty appearance. She had previously praised Mr. Wang Youhe for being short, but as soon as she entered the hall of the Queen Zhao Dynasty, she immediately became a different person and became harsh.
OK, I get it.
Wang Youhe was well-educated and didn't get angry. Now he still had about an hour before the performance, so he asked himself that he could stand it.
This is your first time making a mistake. I can't punish you, but it won't work next time. Remember, don't use the word me here, but call yourself a slave. Do you understand?
The waitress raised her eyebrows, put her hands on her hips, and scolded her.
Wang Youhe's throat moved and he didn't say anything.
At this time, waiters kept bringing people in, and soon, under the tables in the hall, there were men of different shapes kneeling.
I'm asking you what I'm saying, do you understand?
The waitress did not let him go, forcing him to say the word "slave". This is a person's bottom line. As long as he says it, he can give up his dignity. Otherwise, problems will arise when serving the maids and guests.
These are all measures that have been thought of for a long time, and the initiator was the queen of nightclub Sikong Rong.
Wang Youhe didn't hold on for long before he compromised. He lowered his head slightly and said in a trembling voice: I understand.
The waitress patted his head with her hand and said: During the Qing Dynasty, didn’t the Han people all call themselves slaves? Just think of yourself as an official of the Qing Dynasty. It’s nothing to be ashamed to see the emperor say that he is a slave.
You are right.
Wang Youhe also gradually began to set out and spoke in honor.
Gradually, the slaves played by several other male guests at Wang Youhe's table were all here and knelt around. There were eight people in total, and the scene was spectacular.
There are two positions on Wang Youhe. He occupies one, and there is still one empty. There are three men kneeling on his right. Judging from his figure, there are both old, middle-aged and young men. They can be said to be caught in one place. There are also three men to the right, but they are all old, but they are all fat and thin. The last position is the same as Wang Youhe, who is alone, but due to the angle, he can only see his exposed butt.
There are at least three to four seats for each table here, with a unique shape. I wonder how the female guests sat on it. Wang Youhe had a question in his mind and began to look around.
Many of the slaves dressed as men wear masks, and some also paint masks to cover their original faces. Wang Youhe is the masks painted, one by one, one by one, like the marks on the tiger's face. There are also many male slaves like this. After all, after wearing a mask, there are more barriers, and you will feel uncomfortable.
The masks worn by all male servants are very thin and sticking to the skin, like another face. This mask is very expensive and similar to a work of art. It requires additional money to purchase. After the performance, you can take it home as a souvenir.
There is no communication between male servants. Many of them have identities and status, and do not want others to know that they are attending such gatherings, and they do not show their face when they speak out. They are not fellow practitioners who cannot experience the fun of this alternative tone.
Of course, some people also admire Sikong Rong and come to watch the performances specifically. They don’t want to be treated as slaves and be called around, so they spend a lot of money to buy quotas for their partners on the invitation. Zhao Xinya’s invitation allowed three women to participate, but she only brought two. The one that was free was able to earn the table fee back according to the current market conditions.
Of course, Zhao Xinya doesn't care about this money, and she doesn't want outsiders to disturb them. Therefore, she told Sister Zhang and Qi Hong to keep confidential and not to tell them out.
On the other hand, Wang Youhe was still the female service that led him to maintain order, rehearsing every male slave on the spot, and even letting a young man who looked only in his twenties lick her high heels.
The young man also painted the face, with a pale face and a red lips as red as blood, like a zombie popping out of the coffin. His face could be vaguely seen. It was a beautiful face. He could attend this party at this age, either a rich second generation, a second generation official, or a young entrepreneur. The most likely situation was that he was brought in as a partner by a rich woman, and then was tragically exchanged here like Wang Youhe.
The young man was very close to Wang Youhe, about two meters away. He was the youngest among the three men sitting next to him, so the waitress was very interested. She lifted her high heels and stepped on the sofa, so that the young man licked her heels.
The young people did not change any emotionally and did it obediently. This was also a demonstration for other male slaves, so as not to make requests from the female guests later. They lacked mental preparation and could not implement them immediately, which destroyed the atmosphere.
This is a warning. The waiter at each table will do the same thing, killing the chicken to warn the monkey. When all the male slaves adapt, their mission will be over.
Wang Youhe felt very excited when he saw the young man being bullied by the waitress. The other male servants probably felt the same way. Gradually, he felt a sense of immersion and hoped that he could replace the young man.
I hope the other party is a beauty.
Wang Youhe thought to himself.
He walked through a long corridor and entered the Zhaonu Dynasty Club. The two buildings were connected together, and there was a long corridor passing through the building in the middle. All of them had to walk into the club's hall through here to watch the performance.
After entering the club, there was a room that specially received the sign, which received the numbers in order. Wang Youhe was the 80th male guest to enter the venue, so the sign hanging around his neck was No. 80.
The hall is now very empty, except for the white cloth wine table, there is almost no one to see. The stage in the middle is blocked by black cloth, and I don’t know what is behind it. Since the performance has not started yet, the lights in the hall are adjusted to darkness, which makes Wang Youhe a little uneasy.
Before entering the hall, the waiter had already explained to him the rules of serving the maids. There was only one purpose, which was to let the female guests have fun. If the female guests get angry, they would be punished and no one could save him.
To this end, he also signed a contract and made a promise to ensure that he would not disobey the female guest's various strange orders.
At this time, the female guest in the room had already finished drawing lots, because the female guest who was late and did not draw lots would be randomly assigned by the system to be slaves played by the male guest, and at the same time they would lose the privilege of using their partner to exchange for three quotas.
Under the guidance of the waiter, Wang Youhe found his place, which was the No. 10 table. He saw a square blanket on the ground with his number on it.
Just kneel here and wait until the female guest comes. You can't be lazy and slick. If your knees leave the blanket, there will be an electronic device to call the police. We will punish you for your dereliction of duty. Do you understand?
The waiter was probably a girl of about 25 or 26 years old, with fair skin and pretty appearance. She had previously praised Mr. Wang Youhe for being short, but as soon as she entered the hall of the Queen Zhao Dynasty, she immediately became a different person and became harsh.
OK, I get it.
Wang Youhe was well-educated and didn't get angry. Now he still had about an hour before the performance, so he asked himself that he could stand it.
This is your first time making a mistake. I can't punish you, but it won't work next time. Remember, don't use the word me here, but call yourself a slave. Do you understand?
The waitress raised her eyebrows, put her hands on her hips, and scolded her.
Wang Youhe's throat moved and he didn't say anything.
At this time, waiters kept bringing people in, and soon, under the tables in the hall, there were men of different shapes kneeling.
I'm asking you what I'm saying, do you understand?
The waitress did not let him go, forcing him to say the word "slave". This is a person's bottom line. As long as he says it, he can give up his dignity. Otherwise, problems will arise when serving the maids and guests.
These are all measures that have been thought of for a long time, and the initiator was the queen of nightclub Sikong Rong.
Wang Youhe didn't hold on for long before he compromised. He lowered his head slightly and said in a trembling voice: I understand.
The waitress patted his head with her hand and said: During the Qing Dynasty, didn’t the Han people all call themselves slaves? Just think of yourself as an official of the Qing Dynasty. It’s nothing to be ashamed to see the emperor say that he is a slave.
You are right.
Wang Youhe also gradually began to set out and spoke in honor.
Gradually, the slaves played by several other male guests at Wang Youhe's table were all here and knelt around. There were eight people in total, and the scene was spectacular.
There are two positions on Wang Youhe. He occupies one, and there is still one empty. There are three men kneeling on his right. Judging from his figure, there are both old, middle-aged and young men. They can be said to be caught in one place. There are also three men to the right, but they are all old, but they are all fat and thin. The last position is the same as Wang Youhe, who is alone, but due to the angle, he can only see his exposed butt.
There are at least three to four seats for each table here, with a unique shape. I wonder how the female guests sat on it. Wang Youhe had a question in his mind and began to look around.
Many of the slaves dressed as men wear masks, and some also paint masks to cover their original faces. Wang Youhe is the masks painted, one by one, one by one, like the marks on the tiger's face. There are also many male slaves like this. After all, after wearing a mask, there are more barriers, and you will feel uncomfortable.
The masks worn by all male servants are very thin and sticking to the skin, like another face. This mask is very expensive and similar to a work of art. It requires additional money to purchase. After the performance, you can take it home as a souvenir.
There is no communication between male servants. Many of them have identities and status, and do not want others to know that they are attending such gatherings, and they do not show their face when they speak out. They are not fellow practitioners who cannot experience the fun of this alternative tone.
Of course, some people also admire Sikong Rong and come to watch the performances specifically. They don’t want to be treated as slaves and be called around, so they spend a lot of money to buy quotas for their partners on the invitation. Zhao Xinya’s invitation allowed three women to participate, but she only brought two. The one that was free was able to earn the table fee back according to the current market conditions.
Of course, Zhao Xinya doesn't care about this money, and she doesn't want outsiders to disturb them. Therefore, she told Sister Zhang and Qi Hong to keep confidential and not to tell them out.
On the other hand, Wang Youhe was still the female service that led him to maintain order, rehearsing every male slave on the spot, and even letting a young man who looked only in his twenties lick her high heels.
The young man also painted the face, with a pale face and a red lips as red as blood, like a zombie popping out of the coffin. His face could be vaguely seen. It was a beautiful face. He could attend this party at this age, either a rich second generation, a second generation official, or a young entrepreneur. The most likely situation was that he was brought in as a partner by a rich woman, and then was tragically exchanged here like Wang Youhe.
The young man was very close to Wang Youhe, about two meters away. He was the youngest among the three men sitting next to him, so the waitress was very interested. She lifted her high heels and stepped on the sofa, so that the young man licked her heels.
The young people did not change any emotionally and did it obediently. This was also a demonstration for other male slaves, so as not to make requests from the female guests later. They lacked mental preparation and could not implement them immediately, which destroyed the atmosphere.
This is a warning. The waiter at each table will do the same thing, killing the chicken to warn the monkey. When all the male slaves adapt, their mission will be over.
Wang Youhe felt very excited when he saw the young man being bullied by the waitress. The other male servants probably felt the same way. Gradually, he felt a sense of immersion and hoped that he could replace the young man.
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