As the front desk of the Red State Hotel, the girl's appearance and figure were naturally not lacking. She wore a white shirt with a large lapel, layered with a pink waistcoat, and her lower half was clad in a figure-hugging skirt. Meat-hued silk stockings covered her long legs, and she stood in a pair of black high-heels, hands crossed over her lower belly, highlighting the soft curves of her femininity.
However, in Tang Zheng's eyes, even with her work badge hanging from her left chest, there was a lack of an atmosphere of dedicated work. Instead, the air was heavy with temptation. If he knew the origins of the hotel, he would have dismissed such doubts.
The girl's enunciation was clear as she made a welcoming gesture, then promptly led the way, her high-heels clicking crisply against the marble floor.
