Dulcie inquired.


    Dulcie nced at the time disyed on her phone screen-it read half past eight.


    Thirty minutes?


    “Okay, I’ll head over right away,” Dulcie affirmed.


    She hastily concluded the call before racing toward Central Street, guided by the address on the card.


    Amidst the cacophony of the bustling street, she located the entrance to the high-end establishment known as Fire Bar.


    As she stepped inside, the pulsating music and shing neon lights assaulted her senses, creating an atmosphere of vibrant revelry that felt alien to Dulcie’s sensibilities.


    Nheless, with determination coursing through her veins, she steeled herself to follow the manager into the heart of the bustling bar.


    “They all call me Baxter.


    Feel free to do the same.


    ” The manager shed a congenial smile as he weed Dulcie into the bustling bar.


    Politely acknowledging his gesture, Dulcie nodded and replied, “Hello, Baxter.


    ”


    Baxter continued, exining, “We’re not short-staffed tonight, but since Miss Perez is a VIP, I’ll make an exception for you.


    ”


    Despite Baxter’s hospitality, the raucous music pounding in the background left Dulcie feeling somewhat out of ce.


    She offered a slight bow and expressed her gratitude, saying, “Thank you very much.


    ”


    As Baxter led the way through the lively crowd, his eyes appraised Dulcie thoughtfully.


    “You have an exotic look.


    You should catch some attention here, but your attire…” He trailed off, gesturing subtly toward her clothes.


    Dulcie nced down at her jeans and white shirt, puzzled by Baxter’sment.


    However, as she observed the other women in the bar, d in revealing outfits of miniskirts and ck stockings, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease.


    The atmosphere exuded allure and sensuality, contrasting sharply with her own modest attire.


    Dulcie couldn’t shake the feeling that her attire was ringly out of ce amidst the sultry ambiance of the bar.


    “Would it be possible for me to go back and change my clothes?” she asked tentatively.


    Given Phillis’ priormunication with Baxter about Dulcie’s arrival, it seemed improbable that Baxter would allow Dulcie to leave just like that.


    “No need for that.


    We’ll figure something out.


    Perhaps some of our patrons are looking for a change of pace,” he reassured her with a cryptic smile.


    Although his words struck her as odd, Dulcie chose not to dwell on them.


    “Thank you, Baxter,” she replied politely.Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    With a cigarette dangling from his fingers, Baxter smiled and said, “Don’t mention it.


    ”


    Baxter led Dulcie through the corridors, upstairs to a luxurious private suite.


    Along the way, he offered instructions for her duties ahead.


    “Your main focus is customer satisfaction.


    Sing, dance, indulge in a drink, or engage in games to ensure they have a good time.


    You’ll keep all your tips, regardless of the amount.


    Your shift ends at two in the morning, and you’ll receive payment for your services then.


    ”