Twisted Dreams-Chapter 153 - 125: Customers of the Demon Exchange
Desire Trade Bar.
This bar was a gift from Zhu Dajun to Li Yang, so the decor and style were certainly not lacking.
The bar has a sofa board game area, as well as a dance floor.
It’s not as noisy as a nightclub, nor as dull as a quiet bar.
People of all ages come here to have fun.
The prices are also affordable.
More interestingly, the bar offers masks, some of which are obviously cheap ones you can get online for ten bucks.
Patrons can also bring their own.
The mask theme bestows the bar with an air of mystery, and the hormones of men and women stir even faster.
It’s just that this bar is not very popular.
Every customer here gives off an uncomfortable vibe.
This seems like a gathering place for thieves, prostitutes, hooligans, the heartbroken, unemployed middle-aged people, and lovesick fools.
"Buy me a drink, please~ come on~ handsome~"
A woman took off her mask, revealing a heavily made-up face.
She leaned on the bar counter, her already low neckline dropping even further with the movement.
Unfortunately, it was too small, not very provocative.
Seeing the man unmoved, the woman slowly applied lipstick to her lips, bit them, and said seductively:
"Buy me a drink, and I’ll let you taste my lipstick."
She wasn’t desperate for a free drink.
The woman just wanted to flirt with the bartender.
The man was strange, always engrossed in a book.
In this bar filled with flirtatious women exuding overwhelming female charm, he didn’t glance at any of them.
In his eyes, the book in his hand was the entire world.
Despite wearing a white crying mask, his physique was impressive, with broad shoulders, likely with six-pack abs.
Especially the unique aura, completely different from her thug boyfriend.
From completely different worlds.
The woman just wanted to have something happen with that charming man.
The man, still reading, said:
"Nothing here is free."
The woman rolled her eyes exaggeratedly:
"So oblivious to romance."
The man closed the book:
"You can trade something else for my drink, like desire."
The woman ’understood’ the man’s suggestion and leaned her entire body on the bar, licking her lips, seductively saying:
"I can go to the restroom right now to satisfy your desire~"
The man’s eyes showed a hint of a smile:
"Tell me your desire first."
Who comes here to play without having unsatisfactory life situations?
The woman just thought the man was flirting, taking it as an interesting nighttime conversation:
"My desire?
Hmm... to be kept by many men, does that count?
No matter what kind of guys they are.
To never work again, to be a female Casanova."
The man nodded seriously:
"Of course, it counts."
He got up and made a simple dry Martini at the bar beside him.
Due to the mask, no one saw him muttering incantations while pouring the drink.
He placed a curse in the drink.
Hmm... This trick he learned from a cat.
The man placed the drink in front of the woman, alongside it a piece of paper as well.
He took a pen from the breast pocket of his black shirt and handed it to the woman:
"Drink this, and you will find yourself surrounded by rotten peach blossoms in the future.
Among them, there will be people willing to spend money on you.
Although those who fancy you are not particularly wealthy.
For a Casanova, little by little, that money would be enough for you to spend.
Sign this contract, and the drink is yours."
The woman looked suspicious.
Signing an unknown document for a drink, isn’t that quite foolish?
What if it’s some kind of loan document?
The woman glanced at the paper, which read [Desire Trade Contract].
[Desire Trade Contract]
[The desire of the contracted belongs to the contract issuer.]
[The contracted’s desire is bought out by a drink.]
[If one day, someone seeks the contracted for their desire, the contracted cannot refuse.]
[Once signed, the contract becomes effective.]
The woman understood.
This was likely a themed game by the bar.
The woman wasn’t one to spoil the fun, signing her name with the pen.
[Zhao Yuting].
The woman picked up the drink, took a small sip:
"So, my desire is yours now?"
The man smiled:
"I’m not a ruthless merchant, so you have one chance to break the contract.
Before your desire turns into something I seek, you have one chance to find me and annul the contract."
The woman didn’t understand what the man meant.
The man said no more, picking up his book to read again.
The woman frowned, realizing it was all just a theme activity to get her a drink?
She thought she might have a one-night stand tonight!
Disappointed!
But still, she got a free Martini, which would be nearly a hundred at other bars!
Holding her drink, the woman walked towards the dance floor.
The woman wondered if it was just her imagination, but as she re-entered the dance floor, several men shot her stunning glances.
Quite a few men stuck close to her, trying to take advantage, and she didn’t refuse, relishing in the feeling of utter decadence.
.....
Her drink held a curse.
Those with weak wills would be attracted to the curse on her.
From now on, she’d become a goddess in the eyes of morally corrupt, low-status people.
Most of them are hoodlums, spongers, and lazy idlers.
Because she would only attract those with weak wills.
Anyone with integrity or with wealth and power would surely have faith and will.
If she were to attract those with strong wills, it wouldn’t be a curse but a blessing.
That’s why Li Yang said she would have countless rotten romances.
As her desires are met, slowly, she will crave more.
Slowly, the aura of desire will be nurtured, gradually transforming into Desire Power.
Li Yang was conducting a large-scale experiment, which is why he personally worked as a bartender at the Desire Trade Bar.
Once everything forms a model, he can cultivate some Desire Trading Merchants, then he can be hands-off.
In the future, the Demon Exchange will not be limited to just this one; this is just a pilot site.
At this moment, another woman entered the bar.
Li Yang’s gaze fixed on her.
The woman was not attractive, even remarkably ordinary.
Thin frame, a face with many freckles, features not very symmetrical, and not much hair volume.
What attracted Li Yang to her was the thin aura of desire emanating from her.
Li Yang’s lips curled into a smile:
"What can I get for you?"
The woman sat on a bar stool:
"Is there a drinks menu?"
The voice was weary.
She continued:
"Forget it, whatever hard liquor you have, I’ll take it."
She took a stack of red bills from her purse.
It was apparent the woman was not short on money.
The handbag was LV, a Dior ruby necklace hung around her neck, and a Ballon Bleu watch on her wrist.
Li Yang put the cash in the register and placed a Martini on the bar.
You might wonder why Li Yang always makes Martinis; mainly because that’s all he knows how to make.
The woman frowned, thinking she’d spent so much money and only got one drink?
She didn’t mind much, downing the drink in one gulp.
Li Yang refilled her glass:
"It seems you’re not happy today."
The voice carried Spiritual Power.
A deep, magnetic voice, under ambiguous lighting, like a demon’s whisper.
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PS: After finishing writing, I realized both customers were female, haha, it wasn’t intentional, purely random. I’ll be sure to pay attention next time...
