"Miss, we've arrived at XX Chess Room!"
The driver's voice timely interrupted Amanda Smith's thoughts. She came to her senses, thanked him, paid the fare, and hurriedly got out of the car.
After a whole day's work, her appearance was clearly weary, and dressed in her professional attire, the looks from the waitstaff turned strange as she entered.
"Room 1367," Amanda Smith reported her room number to the front.
Hearing that room number, the previously unfriendly-faced attendant immediately smiled and gestured for Amanda Smith to head over there.
"This is it."
"Thank you," Amanda Smith said, thanking her before raising her head to gaze at the heavily gilded and silver-trimmed grand door.
A high-end entertainment establishment; even the door to a private room was extravagantly decorated, impressively grand.
Amanda Smith cautiously pushed the door open, but unexpectedly, there were no lights on inside, nor was there any sound.
She paused, slightly startled.
Had Samuel Johnson already left on his own? Or had she got the wrong room...
Amanda Smith wondered as she stepped into the room.
"Samuel?"
She called out softly.
No response came from inside, but she could hear the sound of breathing. Amanda Smith, a bit nervous, looked around. Everything was pitch black, nothing visible, yet she knew someone was there.
Groping for the wall to switch on the light, suddenly, her fingers touched a warm human body. She jumped in shock, crying out, "Samuel, is that you..."
Every hair on Amanda Smith's body stood on end as she frantically struggled. Having lived with Samuel Johnson for over a decade, how could she not recognize his scent? The man pressing down on her, kissing her, was not Samuel Johnson!
Feeling her struggle, the man seemed quite impatient and forcefully pushed her forward. Amanda Smith stumbled but didn't fall to the ground; instead, she crashed into someone's arms!
In that instant, her heart turned cold. There was another person in the room!
"Pretty feisty struggle," a mocking male voice came from behind her, "But the taste isn't bad."
"Who are you?" Amanda Smith managed to keep her voice steady, yet it still trembled with a hint of fear, "You've got the wrong person, right? I'm not who you're looking for!" She was aware that some people would call escorts here; perhaps they had mistaken her for one of them.
"You're Amanda Smith, aren't you?" The man behind her laughed lightly, "Sweetheart, you're exactly who I'm looking for."
Amanda Smith's eyes widened in an instant; she seemed to understand something and began to struggle wildly. The man restraining her clicked his tongue as if extremely impatient, and he pushed her down onto the chess room table, raising his hand to slap her, "Stop pretending to be some chaste and noble woman!!"
Amanda Smith's body shook: "Samuel Johnson...?"
"Yeah," a man pressed down on her, laughing lecherously, "You didn't know? Samuel said he'd lend you to us for a taste."