Chapter 4

Three years later.

The door to the women's prison opened, and a moment later, a woman slowly walked out from inside.

The woman was extremely thin, wearing a white dress when she was taken to prison. Now she wears it like a burlap sack.

She walked very slowly, step by step to the bus stop more than a hundred meters away. In her hand was a black plastic bag containing $30, 5 coins, and an identification card.

In the hot summer, when she walks on gravel roads, a layer of heat waves can be seen appearing on the road surface with the naked eye. Today the temperature is at least 33 - 34 degrees. The woman walks in the dry sun without a drop of sweat.

On her pale skin were purple-blue wounds, right on her face near her hairline, and on her forehead was a very eye-catching scar about 3cm long.

When the bus arrived, the woman got on, carefully took a coin, and put it in the bus's coin box. There was no one in the car, the driver looked at her, he withdrew his disgusted eyes... In this car, all were criminals released from prison, who had committed crimes, what good people could they be?

The woman didn't seem to see the driver's eyes. She walked to the back seat of the car, and chose the last corner to sit down, trying to reduce her existence.

The car moved, along the road, she looked out the window... In three years, a lot has changed.

The corner of her mouth gently raised a curve... That's right, in three years, a lot has changed, is it only the world outside the prison that has changed? There's also her.

The bus drove to a busy area, she was suddenly shocked... When she gets out of prison, where will she return?

Suddenly awake, she discovered the truth before her eyes - She had nowhere to go.

Opening the black plastic bag, there were 30 dollars and 4 cents inside. She carefully counted three times... What should she do next?

Not far away, a merchant job posting caught her attention.

"Driver, I want to get out of the car, please open the door." 

Three years in prison have eroded her pride and now she no longer has the confidence to talk to others.

The driver complained and opened the car door. She said thank you and got out of the car.

Going to the recruitment newsletter, her eyes fell on the words "Cleaning staff" and the words "Includes a meal".

She had no home, no records, no education, and had been in prison... she was afraid no one would hire her as a sanitation worker. But... she still had 30 dollars and 4 cents in her hand. The woman gritted her teeth and walked into the nightclub called "Paradise Entertainment Club". As soon as she entered the nightclub, Ashley immediately shivered. The cold air conditioner made her whole body tremble.

"What's your name?" That person impatiently opened his mouth.

“Ashley Patterson.” Her voice rang out slowly, the beauty taking notes trembled, and the pen she was holding in her hand almost fell on the table, she asked in dissatisfaction. 

“Why is your voice so hard to hear?”

After three years of living hell in prison, Ashley has a habit of being neither hot nor cold. Even though others criticized her for having a harsh voice, she remained calm as if nothing had happened and spoke slowly. "Destroyed by fire."

The woman was startled, her eyes searching Ashley's face: "Fire?"

“Yes, fire.” After speaking, her eyelids slightly drooped... It was indeed a fire, but someone intentionally burned her.

The beauty saw that she didn't want to talk much, her personality wasn't interested, so she didn't pay attention, just frowned and said: "No, this is not a normal club, Guests are not ordinary guests."

The woman glanced at Ashley again, she didn't bother to hide her disgusted eyes, she was looking down at Ashley who was dressed like she was wearing a sack, wearing a white dress she didn't know how long she had been wearing, the white also had a yellow tint.

Club Paradise is not a place where normal people can spend money. Here, even the waiter must have a beautiful appearance and a hot figure. Yet Ashley still dared to come and apply for a job.

The beauty stood up and waved her hand to refuse Ashley: "No, you can't. You can't even be a waiter." Then she turned around and wanted to leave.

“I came to apply for a job as a cleaning staff.”

A sad voice rang out in the office, successfully stopping the woman's footsteps. She stopped for a moment, turned around, and looked at Ashley's body from top to bottom, suspiciously: "I've never seen anyone in their 20s suffer so much that they work as a cleaning staff."

Here, the youngest women were forty years old. This girl has a scar on her forehead, is as thin as a bamboo tree, but is at most only 20 years old. This place is mainly visited and enjoyed by 20-year-old girls. Of course, there is also a waiter.

Never heard of a 20-year-old girl working as a cleaning staff.

She thought other girls would rush to tell her how difficult it was, that life wasn't easy. If this girl said that, she would kick her out immediately.

Life is difficult, there are so many stories at this club that they could be published in a library. Who has time to care about how the person they first met lives?

Unexpectedly, that voice rang out, neither too fast nor too slow: "If I could sell my body, I would be willing to open my legs to welcome you. But before coming here, I knew what kind of person I was, I couldn't sell my body, so I'll sell my labor." She's just a criminal with a serial number 926, there's no need for honor. Ashley's eyes are full of self-mockery.

The beauty was a bit surprised, once again observing Ashley from top to bottom, she returned to her desk, picked up a pen, and prepared to fill out the application. "Ashley?"

"Yes."