The Luna Is Gone

Chapter 72

Diana’s pov

Almost as Knight finished speaking, I heard someone inside shouting “Number 72“. Immediately after, a plump woman followed a man with large tattoos away.

It was obvious what they were going to do.

I clenched my fist.

I could feel sweat all over my palms.

Working as a prostitute was actually convenient.

Moreover, for me, I had confidence to ensure that I would never be raped.

But… I couldn’t be a prostitute on the underground second floor.

Before coming, Moss had told me about the rules here.

The higher the floor was, the higher the status of the guests was.

It meant that if I stayed on this floor, I wouldn’t be able to see Lewis Lee for a long time, let alone get the recipe.

I had to work on a higher floor to complete the task in the shortest time.

“What’s wrong? Are you unwilling?” Perhaps seeing the embarrassment on my face, Knight’s tone became dangerous. “Or, do you want to be a ‘target‘?”

I suddenly looked up.

“No! I don’t!” I shouted.

My brain began to spin rapidly.

I must say something to change the current situation.

“Mr. Knight,” I said in a deep voice before Knight announced his decision, “I feel like I can bring you greater value than becoming a prostitute. I … I want to work on the top floor.”

Upon hearing this, Knight’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He looked at me and said, “So, you know the rules here.”

I swallowed hard.

“I’ve been wandering around here for a long time. I heard someone say the higher the floor is, the higher the status is.”

“You should know it’s not easy to work on the top floor.”

“I know.” I increased my volume, “But please give me a chance. I… I really don’t want to be a prostitute.”

My voice trembled slightly.

Knight looked contemptuous.

“Okay, I can give you a chance, but you must pass a full–day assessment. If you succeed, I can let you work as a waiter on the top floor. If you fail, you will become a prostitute here.”

Suddenly, I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Please believe me. I will definitely not disappoint you.”

Knight just smiled nonchalantly.

I knew that in his eyes, I was just a slave. I could never pass his assessment no matter what.

I should be weak, ignorant, foolish, and even illiterate. It was everyone’s stereotype of slaves.

In fact, most slaves were indeed like this.

Unfortunately, I was not a slave. I was Diana, who had received elite education since childhood.

Knight brought me back to the first floor.

Compared with the blood and cruelty below, the first floor was much more normal. It was no different from the nightclubs I have been to in the past.

The lights were colorful. The music was deafening. Men and women gathered together to cheer, shout and drink.

After passing through the crowd, we went to the resting area of the staff.

The wall isolated the sound of music, and everything returned to tranquility.

Knight called a waitress.

“Mr. Knight, any instructions?”

“Take her to take a shower. Change her clothes. Then arrange her to go to the front hall,” Knight said to the waitress, adding, “I think you should understand what I mean.”

The waitress looked up at me and bowed respectfully to Knight, “I understand.” After Knight left, the waitress said, “Come with me.”

She took me to the bathroom and handed me a set of clothes of a waitress. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“You only have twenty minutes. Clean yourself up, and then appear in front of me,” the waitress said coldly.

I immediately took the clothes from the waitress’s hand and ran into the bathroom. In less than twenty minutes, I came out of the bathroom.

“Let’s go,” She said.

I followed her to the bar.

She silently took a bottle of wine from the wine rack, then filled a tray 20 inches long and 15 inches wide with 48 goblets. After pouring the wine, she picked up the tray and looked at me.

“Alex, bring these wines to Table 63.”

I extended my hands.

The accident happened at this moment.

When she handed the tray to me, her hand slipped.

All the goblets in the tray instantly tilted in one direction.

At the critical moment, I quickly grasped the tray, adjusted the direction, and firmly held it in my hand.

The waitress looked at me in surprise, as if she couldn’t believe my quick reflexes and excellent skills.

But soon, she concealed her surprise, snorted coldly, and scolded, “Why can’t you even hold a tray steady?”

She deliberately blamed me for her fault.

I smiled and said calmly, “Did you see it wrong? I held it steadily.”

“How could that be?” She frowned, “I just saw that the goblets in the tray almost slipped to the ground.”

“But they didn’t,” I said.

“What I mean is that not even a drop can be spilled.” Her voice became sharp.

I still remained calm and composed.

“Of course.”

“Impossible!” She shouted, “I don’t believe that the alcohol won’t spill in this situation. If you dare to lie, I will judge your assessment as unqualified.”

“Please check,” I said.

She rolled her eyes, her expression extremely disdainful.

Then, she casually lowered her head and glanced at the tray in my hand. In an instant, the expression on her face froze.

“How could it be? I clearly…” She stopped her voice in time.

I smiled and said, “The guests at table 63 are waiting. I’ll go now.”

I turned around and left.

It was not an easy task to smoothly deliver 48 glasses of wine to table 63 in a crowd filled with drunken people.

I observed the environment vigilantly before completing the task.

When I came back, I had already shed a thin layer of sweat.

The waitress tried various ways to make things difficult. I was even arranged to play ‘blind tasting‘ with guests.

The so–called “blind tasting” referred to inferring the varieties, origin, approximate prices and qualities of wines. The participants could infer solely based on the color, aroma, and taste without seeing the bottle or any prompts. It was a game that many wine enthusiasts enjoyed.

And as a slave, it was impossible for me to have any knowledge about it.

I knew, that waitress deliberately didn’t want me to pass the assessment.

However, in the contemptuous gaze of the waitress, I accurately answered all the information.

She certainly wondered why I knew so much about wine.

I casually told her a little lie that my former master was a wine lover and he taught me the knowledge.

Throughout the day, I successfully completed all the tasks.

Therefore, when Knight asked the waitress about my performance, she could only admit that I had passed all the assessments.

Knight was obviously surprised.

He looked at me back and forth, his eyes gradually becoming unwilling.

“You look so beautiful,” he said. “You should become a prostitute.”

I suppressed my nausea and whispered, “But I passed your assessment. You said, as long as I pass it, you will let me work on the top floor as a waitress.”

Knight clenched his fist, and after a moment, he waved his hand and said to his subordinate, “Arrange her to the top floor.“