My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Shirley could surely outdrink anyone. I lost count of how much brandy she had drunk. She drunkenly slumped over the table, but she was still muttering that she wanted more.

I had just helped her out of the bar when we ran into trouble. Jarold City wasn't a dangerous place, but it did not mean that it was all safe.

It was two drunk men. As they saw Shirley and me stumbling out, they started saying vulgar things to us. "Hey, look at these half-drunken ladies. Don't you feel lonely drinking alone here? Shall we drink together? Let us relieve your loneliness. I promise you will be satisfied. Come with us, won't you?"

They lunged towards us with their grubby hands outreached.

"Get your filthy hands off them!" A woman spoke sternly from behind us.

I was startled. I turned around and realized that it was Chloe. Her expression was as cold as ice. Her makeup was so heavy that it looked eery. She was also wearing a wig that did not suit her.

poke your

like to see you try. Let's see who's

Chloe and scolded, "F*ck! It's just a few ugly women anyways. Forget it,

It was only at that moment that I noticed that she was holding a business card in her hand. What was she doing? Without thinking much of it, I thanked her

didn't say much. She merely replied coldly, "No need. It's

wanted to ask her why she was

smile on her face. I was astounded. I took a glance at the business card that someone had casually thrown on the ground. There was a photo of a seductive woman with a number and address written. There was even a price

was Chloe. I was dumbfounded. Gazing at her, I tried to calm myself down as I

trace of pain flashed in her eyes. Then, she said frankly, "Who isn't desperate for

and reproached, "You know

stubbornly, "It doesn't matter. Just leave. There are many drunkards around