Erin Yates didn’t respond; she just waited for Morgan Quinn to take off his shirt, then without a word, she reached out and pinched his chest hard.

Morgan quickly covered his chest, wincing and said, "Ouch! Are you out of your mind? That hurts!"

Erin moved his hand away, "Just bear with it."

Saying that, she pinched him somewhere else.

Morgan couldn’t help but curse, "Are you fucking doing this on purpose?"

Erin shot him a look, "A grown man can’t handle a little pain? What’s with the yelling?"

Saying this, Erin went on to pinch Morgan’s neck, back, waist... leaving marks everywhere.

Morgan looked at the red marks, they seemed exactly like the love bites left after a fun night with a woman, and he finally understood Erin’s intention.

Satisfied with how real it looked, Erin walked over and pressed the button on the wall.

In less than two seconds, someone knocked on the door.

Erin reached out and pushed Morgan onto the bed, "Lie down and act exhausted."

Before Morgan could react, Erin took a cigarette out of her pocket, lit it, loosened her clothing to look post-pleasure, and walked over to open the door.

"What’s the order, boss?"

Erin lazily leaned on the door frame, took a drag from her cigarette, and said, "Do you have other male models here? He won’t do."

Morgan: "..."

"Yes, yes, yes, what type do you want?"

Erin squinted, blew out smoke, pointed at Morgan on the bed, and asked, "Do you have anyone like this?"

"We do. The guy who came with him that day is the same type. Seems like he’s in the room; I’ll go ask him."

Erin originally asked casually but upon hearing that he came the same day, guessed it was probably Morgan’s unlucky buddy, and nodded, "Okay, call him over to take a look. Hope he’s not just a pretty face, good for nothing."

The staff laughed awkwardly, "I’ll call him for you to see, if it doesn’t work out, we also have special medicine, all imported and effective..."

Erin waved to cut off the staff’s words, "Call him over first, then we’ll talk."

"Okay, boss, hold on a moment, I’ll arrange it right away."

After the staff left, Erin closed the door.

Morgan sat on the bed disgruntled, "Who are you calling a pretty face, good for nothing? Even if it’s just an act, can’t you say something nice?"

Erin didn’t bother with him, turned around and messed up the props hanging on the rack in the room.

Soon, the staff knocked on the door again.

Faye Xavier, originally anxious, suddenly being called over wondered if he’d face a particularly tough client.

When he saw the door open, a fairly good-looking girl who seemed somewhat familiar, and looked inside to see Morgan lying on the bed, he understood.

"What do you think of this one?"

Erin nodded with satisfaction, "Looks good, can he play?"

Faye didn’t speak; the staff eager for money answered for him, "Can’t play? You can teach him what to do."

Erin carefully sized up Faye, handed over her bank card with a cigarette in her mouth saying, "Let’s give it a try."

"Great, both this one and the one inside are our S-levels, so the price is the same. Since you’re straightforward, we’ll be too, give you a twenty percent discount, please enter the password here."

Erin blew smoke, reached out and entered the password to pay.

"If there are no other instructions, I’ll leave you be."

"Hold on." Erin stopped the staff who was about to close the door, motioned for Faye to come inside.

She acted mysteriously, glanced down both ends of the corridor, confirmed no one was around, covered her mouth, and quietly asked, "Do you... accommodate male guests here? I have a few male friends who want to come."

The staff was taken aback, asked awkwardly with a smile, "Do they have that kind of interests? Ms. Reid ran a separate service for male guests. The male models there were specially selected, if you have friends, I can introduce you over there."

Erin considered briefly, asked, "Can I bring friends there?"

"You can, but we have a rule, regulars can bring up to five friends."

"Five, huh."

"Yes, just notify Ms. Reid when you bring them."

"Okay, got it, thanks a lot."

After closing the door, Erin began to ponder.

Five people plus herself, Morgan, and Faye, total eight.

Clearly still short on manpower, and there aren’t even five women in the police department altogether.

Faye checked out the marks on Morgan, clicked his tongue twice, "You guys really went for it? Quite the fun, huh?"

Morgan picked up the pillow on the bed and tossed it at Faye, "Come on, be serious, don’t joke about our Erin."

Erin tossed him a glare, "You two seem to enjoy this?"

"Not at all, Erin, I’m calling you sis, you gotta figure a way to get us out."

Faye eyed Erin, "Aren’t you a cop? What’s the plan there?"

Erin sat sideways on the couch, mulled over for a few seconds, turned to ask Faye and Morgan, "Heard you guys brought a lot over, do you have any women there who are skilled?"

Faye replied, "Either pregnant or with babies, none skilled."

Morgan: "Erin, sounds like you’re planning to bring some in?"

Erin nodded, "I just asked, can only bring five max, and only women, the police department here has only two female officers, both doing logistics, if pulled out probably shiver seeing this scene."

Faye immediately waved, "Then don’t even consider our women, if you bring them, their husbands would rather dress as women than let them take such risks, all protective, wouldn’t let them come with you, all..."

"Dress as women?" Erin murmured, then laughed, "Why didn’t I think of that?"

"What do you mean?"

Erin briefly explained her plan to the two.

Not to arouse suspicion, she deliberately stayed in the room for over two hours, and let Faye and Morgan pinch each other to create marks.

But these two fools got curious about the props on the rack, Faye sat at the edge of the bed playing with the hand brush, completely off guard when Morgan whipped him on the back...