Chapter 4 Reuniting With An Old Friend

• The attendant smirked at my question and said, “You'll find out once you're done with your body scrub session and head upstairs. Mr. Carlson has already arranged everything for you. That's the place where men find happiness!”
• After hearing those words, my heart was filled with curiosity and anticipation for the third floor. What exactly did he mean by “happiness”?
• Once the scrubbing was nearly done, the attendant patted my shoulder and smiled. “Okay, Mr. Skye, go rinse off, and have Ryan get you a bathrobe. Then just head to the front desk on the third floor.”
• I thanked him, went to the shower area to clean off, and then found Ryan, who handed me a bathrobe.
• As I dressed, I chatted with him and learned a bit about him.
• Ryan was my age. After finishing high school without getting into university, he started working here.
• He was about six feet tall, a bit chubby, with a few acne scars on his face. His hair was medium-length, and he had a constant smile, being quite talkative.
• “Mr. Skye, once you get to the third floor, you're going to have the time of your life!”
• Ryan winked at me, then gave me a knowing smile.
• After getting dressed, I followed Ryan's directions to the elevator and went up to the third floor. Little did I know, that ordinary attendant, Ryan, would one day become my close buddy.
• When the elevator doors opened, I walked out and approached the front desk on the third floor. A middle-aged woman looked at my wristband and smiled warmly. “So, you're the new executive housekeeper, Mr. Skye. Mr. Carlson has arranged everything. Follow me!”
• I didn't say anything, quietly trailing behind her as we walked through a dimly lit corridor, eventually arriving at another area.
• The woman, who introduced herself as Irene Jennings, led me into a room marked with the number 88888888.
• As soon as we entered the room, Irene turned on the lights, and immediately, a large round bed came into view.
• Just a meter away from the bed, there was a bathtub. The lighting in the room was a dim pink, casting a strange and ambiguous atmosphere.
• Confused, I turned to Irene and asked, “Ms. Jennings, what's going on here?”
• Irene smiled. “Don't tell me you're still a virgin? Go lie down on the bed. Someone will come to serve you soon. Enjoy yourself today!”
• Without waiting for a response, she turned and left, closing the door behind her.
• I leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette, my heart racing as I wondered what was going to happen next.
• Just as I finished my cigarette, there was a knock at the door—three sharp raps.
• The door opened, and the sound of high heels clicked on the floor as a girl entered, carrying a case. She was wearing a dress and had her hair down.
• “Good evening, sir. I'm Masseuse No. 5. It's a pleasure to serve you,” she said in a soft, pleasant voice.
• As she closed the door and turned around, the light hit her face, and I finally got a good look at her. “
• “Wait, are you... Melanie Wood?”
• I was shocked, and Melanie was just as startled when she recognized me. Her face immediately filled with unease.
• “Sir, y-you've got the wrong person.”
• Melanie looked nervous, but I chuckled and said, “Come on, Melanie, don't mess with me. We were desk mates all of senior year! There's no way I'd mistake you.”
• Seeing there was no use hiding, Melanie gave up the act. “Theros, what are the odds! Ms. Jennings told me to make sure Mr. Skye was happy, but I didn't expect it would be you!”
• She set down her case and sat on the edge of the bed, nervously picking at her nails. She seemed uneasy.
• I, on the other hand, felt rather happy. It had been three years, and here I was, reunited with an old classmate and close friend.
• But then a thought struck me, and I asked in confusion, “Wait, Melanie, what exactly are you doing here?”
• Melanie froze at my question and gave me a look like I was an idiot.
• “You're still as naive as you were in school, aren't you? Ah, forget it. We're friends, after all!”
• It seemed as if Melanie had made a significant decision. Standing up, she suddenly pulled off her dress, leaving herself completely naked right in front of me.
• “Since we're friends, let's skip the formalities. Get on with it!”
• “Huh?”
• Her words snapped me back to reality. I quickly averted my eyes and turned away, saying, “Melanie, what are you doing? Put your clothes back on! Even if you had a crush on me, this is way too much!”
• Melanie replied flatly, “What crush? This is my job. Whether you go through with it or not, Mr. Carlson will still pay me.”
• “Just put your clothes back on!” I said, frowning.
• I never imagined that after three years without seeing an old friend, I'd be greeted with such a “surprise!”
• But I had to admit, Melanie had developed quite the figure—she was everything in all the right places.