Thanks to Mr Miller

It was 9pm at the bar, Charlotte's Night shift. She was wearing a suit and was shuttling through the crowd. She was ordering wine, delivering orders, and her legs were nimble.

Amongst the crowd, she was exceptionally eye-catching. She had a tall ponytail, a pretty face, and a slim figure. Even though she was wearing a conservative work uniform, she could still be noticed at first glance.It was because of this that she was often stopped by guests who did not follow the rules and asked how much they wanted for a night, just like now.

A short, pot belly middle aged man came to her as usual like other men. She glanced at him with a smile, "Sir, I'm sorry. I'm just a waiter here."

"Pfft, what are you pretending to be so Honorable for? you just need to accompany me to the room tonight."

"I'm afraid, I'm not into men sir"

"What do you mean," the man said, glaring at her

"No, I'm telling you, I like women." she said with a smile

The man was stunned for a moment.

According to her experiences,