Then, I pressed the microphone firmly against the phone.

My hand holding the microphone trembled slightly, and as I calmed down, I took a deep breath before I got up and walked towards the closet.

The space inside is extremely small, and every step you take, you have to be careful not to bump into anything on the side.

I continued to choose there, and after a long time, I finally settled on a random dress.

At seven o'clock the next night, I went to the art house, and Tsuruta was waiting for me there early in the morning, and she stopped me directly from the center of the hall and said, "The guest has been waiting for you in for a long time, you can go in quickly." ”

I glanced at Tsuruta, and when she saw that I looked plain, she frowned slightly and asked, "No makeup?" ”

I said, "It's in a hurry, so." ”

Tsuruta pushed me and said, "Forget it, let's go in first and say hello." Then she took me to a private room, and she didn't let me in, but said to me, "This is it." ”

I glanced at Tsuruta, and when he saw that I hadn't planned to go in yet, he asked, "Don't you dare?" ”

Hearing her words, I pushed the door and walked in.

Tsuruta had a cigarette in his hand, stood there and laughed twice, and then left the door with his body curled, there was a cubicle inside, so there was no one in the outer hall for the time being.

I stood there and hesitated for a few seconds, then closed the door and headed for the cubicle.

When they reached the door of the cubicle, a faint shadow could be seen outside, and the sound of tea could be heard inside.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open and walked inside.

When the man inside heard the door pushing, he stopped pouring the tea and looked up at me.

It's an ordinary middle-aged man, and each of them is a little short, very ordinary, no different from those guests who come to seek pleasure outside, in fact, I have long been prepared for this, and then I walked towards him in small steps, and when I arrived in front of him, I said hello to each other in Japanese.

When he saw me coming, he stood up a little stiffly and called out the same way, "Miss Nozawa." ”

Listening to his accent, it looks like a pure Japanese.

As I looked at him, he was looking at me, and for a long time, he stretched out his hand and asked me to sit down.

I just sat there cross-legged.

Japanese women are generally soft and considerate, and they know how to use posture to make men have a sense of dignity and conquest, so whether it is sitting or speaking, they are relatively low-profile, but I have been in Japan for so many years, and I have never been able to learn.

He didn't seem to care, his eyes kept staring at me, and I took the initiative to pour him tea there.

At this time, he asked me, "Miss Nozawa is not a local?" ”

My Japanese is not standard, and I can hear it when I hear it, so I shake my head at him and say, "No." ”

The man said, "Are you Chinese?" ”

I nodded.

He was a little nervous and said, "I have been here a lot before, and I have never met a woman of my heart, but you are different, from the first day you came, my eyes attracted you. ”

His hand on the table reached out and touched me.

I stared at the swarthy hand on the back of my hand, didn't dodge, let him hold it.

When he saw that I did not dodge, he said, "I am willing to help you, because the people here must have told you." ”

I nodded again.

He said, "Would you like to?" ”

He seemed to be asking me, but it meant something else.

I looked at his face for a long time, and I said, "I need money, so I will." ”

He tightened his voice and said, "Okay, then...... I'm going to take a bath? ”

I calmly said, "Okay." Word.

After he got up to leave, he went straight to the bathroom.

I sat there for two or three seconds, then I got up from the ground, walked around the room, and finally my eyes fell on a pot of sake on the cabinet not far away.

Not long after he finished drinking, he came out of my shower, and he was clutching a bath towel on his lower body, and the skin on his body was still dark and disgusting.

He stared at me for a long time, waiting for my reaction.

I hadn't served anyone, and it was a deal, so I didn't need any emotion, so I walked straight to the bed not far away, and after sitting on the edge of the bed, I began to untie my clothes.

But when he unfastened the first button, the man called, "Miss Nozawa." ”

I looked up at him.

Strangely, he asked again, "You've thought about it." ”

I put it short: "I've got it figured." And he looked no further at him, turned his back to him, and began to take off his cumbersome clothes.

He stood at the bathroom door and watched me all the time, and when the outer layer of clothes retreated, there was a sudden sound of chaos outside the door, and screams, I thought it was a drunken guest making trouble outside, so I didn't care, just waited a few seconds, and then took off my clothes again.

But halfway through the detachment, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and then Tsuruta shouted outside: "Nozawa! Nozawa! ”

Before I could react, the door was suddenly slammed open, and Tsuruta was pushed in from the outside and pushed to the ground, followed by a bunch of Japanese policemen rushing in from outside.

Faced with this situation, I was so frightened that I immediately picked up the clothes on the bed and covered my body.

When he was looking at the situation with a confused expression.

The guest suddenly went into the bathroom very calmly, took out his clothes and put them on, then walked up to me, took out a document and said in front of me, "I am a police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department, please come with us." ”

Before I could understand it, several policemen rushed in from outside the door and quickly walked towards me, and the next second, my hands were handcuffed by them.

Then the policemen pushed me out the door, handcuffed along with the underground Tsuruta and led me outside, and when I reached the outside. In the last few minutes, there was still singing and dancing, but in just a few minutes there was chaos, and the hall was densely packed with some gimberly dressed geisha, some of whom were not even dressed properly.

Faced with this situation, my mind was also confused, and then we were all taken out of the art hall and put in the police car.

Tsuruta was crying there, crying in a chaotic manner, and I didn't hear what he was saying.

In the past, Japan has always been very open to eroticism, and art galleries are everywhere, but as time passed, this kind of industry began to crack down on the erotic industry.

But this art gallery has been open in the local area for many years, and it has long been public, how can so many police officers suddenly come to arrest them?

My head was confused, but instead of shouting, I got into the car and let the police escort me to the Metropolitan Police Department.

When I arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, I was locked up with the geisha, and Tsuruta was taken out for interrogation.