Alice would be skeptical, but she wasn't so unhappy.

But my father was at least right about one thing.

That is, if the name Alice represents a noble, lovely, beautiful girl who is longed for, then it can indeed be worthy of itself.

This is not Alice's excessive narcissism.

Growing up, Alice has always been the longing and longing of her peers around her.

It's definitely not just about status.

Although Alice's father was the Count of the Kingdom, many of the playmates and peers she knew were not inferior to her in terms of family background, after all, the Count was not a king, and was unique in a kingdom.

As the saying goes, things gather like people, what kind of people make what kind of friends.

Of course, the family background of the person who can play with Alice is not too bad, so it is unrealistic to imagine that she will stand out among that group of people by virtue of her identity as the daughter of the count, and obviously you need to rely on something else.

If in addition to identity, in addition to her own ability, what will be a girl's biggest dependence?

Naturally, it's beautiful.

Alice is a beauty who can steal the eyes of her surroundings just by her appearance.

So whenever Alice is there, she almost undoubtedly becomes a small focal point and center.

Family background and beauty.

Since she was a child, Alice has always had many teenagers of the same age express their love and appreciation to her, including those from better backgrounds, versatile, polite, and handsome.

But Alice never responded to any of them.

So the female companions around jokingly called Alice Princess Alice, and said that only a real prince could be worthy of her.

Alice always blushed and denied this.

For the so-called prince, Alice, who is already the age of a young girl, has actually secretly fantasized, first of all, he must have a noble origin, even if he is not a real prince, he must be the heir to the orthodox imperial title, so that he can be worthy of himself, secondly, he should be versatile, and at least have extraordinary talents in knighthood, magic, alchemy, etc., and finally, his appearance must be handsome and his height must meet the standard.

However, one day, Alice's standards were shattered.

“RBQ！”“RBQ！”“RBQ！”

Under the vague and dreamy lights of the clubhouse, driven and influenced by the warm atmosphere around her, Alice completely abandoned her reserve as a lady, and she shouted feverishly with the people around her.

The person's name.

roll・Biki

I don't know in which book Alice once read that if you meet the right person, you will abandon all the standards you have set before.

Is this RBQ her right person? Alice doesn't know, but Alice knows that her heart has been occupied by this RBQ.

I wish that person could be my own RBQ!

Wallégorz backstage Entertainers Dressing Room.

As one of the most high-end clubs in Valari, even the backstage Wallaigers, which is not shown to customers, is beautifully built, with a circle of glittering magic magic lamps in front of each arched makeup mirror, the mirrors are made of high-end crystals rather than ordinary glass, and under the cold glow of a circle of magic lamps, it seems that everything in this powder room is shining.

This is the strength and details of Wallagez, and this is also the confidence that Walleggers can call himself a high-end club without hesitation.

It's seven o'clock in the afternoon.

This is also the time when the night show in Wallaigaltz begins, and from this time onwards, there will be more and more customers in Wallagez, until the peak reaches around 90 o'clock.

After all, it is a high-end club, and there is a difference between it and those night clubs that are crowded with young people.

At the moment, around one of the leather seats in the powder room, people are densely crowded.

All of them were in the service of the man who was sitting on the leather seat with his legs crossed.

A woman with neat short hair was half-squatting next to the chair to shave and apply nail polish to the person sitting on the seat, she spread the back of her big bony hand down, pinched one finger of the big hand with her small hand and began to apply nail polish.

The nail polish she uses is not colored, but it is too bright and conspicuous.

Maybe this style of nail polish is not an exaggeration in the entertainment industry, but it still feels a little incongruous when applied to that big hairy, thick-knuckled hand.

A middle-aged aunt with heavy makeup is sorting out the clothes for the person sitting on the leather seat, and the clothes on the person's body look like they are all high-end goods with extraordinary fabrics and exquisite workmanship, but I don't know if it is intentional, this dress seems too slim, and the tension clearly reveals the man's extraordinarily developed biceps brachial triceps pectoral dorsal muscles, and even the two small dots on the chest can be clearly seen through the tight bright red clothing.

Finally, a seductive man is putting on makeup for the man sitting in the leather seat.

The person sitting in the leather seat has a face that should have been full of masculinity, whether it is a neat beard, a high nose bridge, big eyes, thick lips or that high bulging Adam's apple, this qiē should belong to a man, a very masculine man.

But at this moment, the makeup on his face seemed to want to destroy all this qiē.

Foundation, blush, false eyelashes, eye shadow, lipstick, this qiē should be used on a woman's face, but now it is used on his face, which makes people feel very nondescript.

But the man himself seemed to be very satisfied with this qiē.

He looked left and right in the mirror, a faint satisfied smile on his face, and the small beard at the corner of his mouth was curled.

"It's really the hand of God in Wallagradez, Aimo, your makeup skills are getting stronger and stronger. ”

The man in the leather seat complimented the voluptuous man who helped him with his makeup, and threw a wink at him.

"Thank you Monica, you've always been one of the most enjoyable people I've worked with. ”

Aimo heard the compliment from the man sitting in the leather seat and returned the smile with a big smile.

"Haha, don't be so polite. ”

There was silence for a while.

Aimo's makeup is extremely delicate, which has always been praised by customers, but on the contrary, overly delicate makeup generally takes a long time, and the rest of the people who help Monica manicure and tidy up her clothes are basically done, only Aimo is still using the eyebrow pencil to delicately outline Monica's eyebrows.

Monica's large hand gently patted the arm of the chair, and she seemed a little bored.

"By the way, Aimo, I heard that there is a newcomer in Wallaleges recently, and it seems to be very popular, have you ever put makeup on him?"

Monica asked the question casually. (To be continued.) )