The Bodyguard's Secrets
72. Selected and Selected

Back to the kitchen tonight. Spend one grain of jumbo potatoes, one boiled egg, one pineapple pickle slice plus a carrot and one slice of thick tender steak. Enjoy the treat of home stay chef that beside the kitchen room.

The dining room is similar to a small restaurant and adjacent to the kitchen it is a center of consumption services at the inn. Each visitor will get a piece of location map along with a serving menu every come check in at home stay.

Visitors can ask for room service, can also come alone to the kitchen. Each brochure had a kitchen phone number written on it at the inn.

A glass of hot mocha that has been warmed, gently gulped Khaisan and then placed. Sipped again and then placed, repeating so until the contents of the mocha in a glass. The handsome face was enjoying the legit moka with a distant look of light. Like he was worrying about something in his mind.

Khaisan stood up leaving the chair and paid his own bills with a card on a mini cash register machine without speaking a word. The young man at the cash register only looked at him in a disinclined and awkward manner. Khaisan passed by leaving a decent tip for a cashier who was hockey at his desk.

"Thank you, Sir!" exclaimed the cashier at Khaisan who was answered by a thumbs-up from the inn owner.

Theo had fulfilled Khaisan's request to make a briefing on all the employees in the inn. In order to act ordinary, it was as if not recognizing Khaisan as anyone upon his arrival at the inn again this time. Khaisan only wants to avoid various reprimands from his workers excessively.

"Boss!" exclaimed Theo who was waiting and met him at the kitchen door.

"Have you?" ask Khaisan.

"This. The sandinya eight numbers, my date of birth," said Theo while holding out a white card with a hologram. Khaisan immediately took it from Theo's hands.

"Thanks Theo, I'm coming in" said Khaisan patting Theo's shoulder once.

"Together, boss. Smooth your business," Theo told Khaisan who nodded to him.

The innkeeper then walked towards the elevator to go up to the second floor to his room. Through the official door on the front balcony, not the door shrouded in the hall. Because it's complicated now. The hall's under control of the prnyewanya committee tonight. While Khaisan did not want to follow the event in a hurry.

The hall has been rented exclusively at exorbitant rates, not just anyone will be able to enter there. Only those registered as members and cardholders may enter it.

It has been ascertained, only people of good background and never dealing with the law are allowed to enter into it. Yang Khaisan already held the member's card in Theo's name, the assistant already taking care of him.

After cleaning himself, praying isya and taking a nap, Khaisan who no longer needs to use sleeping pills, now woke up and washed his face in the sink. Walking out with a wet face towards the hall door.

"Good night" a large-bodied man standing guard at the door of the hall greeted Khaisan.

"Take out your member card, sir," said the doorman.

Khaisan immediately pulled out the white color card from inside the wallet. The guard received and listened quickly, and then returned to Khaisan.

"New member? Validate your members to him" the guard told Khaisan. His hand pointed at a man who was standing idly at the end. Khaisan walked up to the person while glancing at the center of the hall.

There have been many people who have walked back and forth with the same number of women and men there.

"Good night. You want to do the register yourself or do I help?" ask the man at the end who is now facing Khaisan.

"I'll do it myself" said Khaisan as he approached a monitor and inserted his member card there.

Immediately a request to write the name along with the pass number on the screen. Khaisan immediately wrote down Theo's full name along with the assistant's birthday carefully. The process was momentary.

The card reappears after reporting the validity and success of the register on the screen. And gave the register number three numbers on Khaisan.

"You as a voter, or chosen tonight?" the man approached Khaisan.

"Both?" ask Khaisan to make sure.

"You need to add more payment if you choose," the man said back. Then give the cash machine to Khaisan.

"You will pay again at the price requested by the partner you choose. If you don't vote tonight, the price of your select list is still embedded in half. You can add more if you want to use it on the night of the next meeting" the man explained.

"If someone chooses me?" ask Khaisan to know.

"Ask your voters the price you want" the man explained patiently.

"I understand" said Khaisan later.

"Use this if you feel you need it. You can sit by looking for a table according to the register number," the man explained as he threaded an eye mask like a zorro mask on Khaisan.

"There will be our people who will explain again there. Go ahead" said the man, stretching one hand to Khaisan.

The mask that he had been holding, was immediately put on. Khaisan realized the foresight of the organizer of this event is quite privacy. Have thought about something that might be important to the members. Things are urgently needed, but Khaisan forgets to ask Theo to prepare for him.

Now Khaisan is seen as a masked athletic man. Appears jaw, chin, lips and nose are very attractive and tempting. As attractive as the two thick eyebrows on the forehead as well as his short, dense hair that menly. Khaisan had been sitting quietly at his register-numbered table calmly observing.

A man has a standby standing at his desk. A little bowing to Khaisan.

"Good night, you're sitting at a special table. If you see someone interesting, you can approach them. You can also be approached by someone who feels interested in you. Because you are registered as a voter at once elected. Have a good time and enjoy the night, sir," said the man. Now it has been perpendicular and remains standing in its place behind Khaisan.

"Can I go around?" ask Khaisan to the man.

"Please, I'll accompany you. If you don't mind," said the man politely.

"Follow it," said Khaisan. Feel not too familiar with all the rules of this disguised luxury game.

Khaisan followed the man from the management section to start walking around in the hall.

Almost all visitors look at each other, look at and judge each other. As a voter, expect to get someone who is seen as nice and desirable.

Being in the chosen position, hoping to be approached by someone who is interested in asking to bring enjoying the night together while getting the desired and agreed payment.

"Can I refuse if I don't like someone who chooses me?" ask Khaisan to his companion. Just realized, each voter will get the service of one companion man.

"Of course, that's your right" said the escort.

"Then what's your function?" ask Khaisan to know.

"All functions. I'll be there until morning around you, sir." The man explained politely.

"Will every voter and chosen one end up in the room?" ask Khaisan.

"Not always, but almost all. It's up to each other's agreement" explained the escort.

"Is the voter always the one who goes around?" ask Khaisan. Seeing the men and women who were not sitting was also accompanied by guards like him.

"Really, sir. Visitors of choice are not allowed to walk around like voter visitors. They're just allowed to sit." The guard said allow.

"So the chosen visitor plays his whore here?" ask Khaisan straightforwardly.

"Truely, that's what it's called, sir. But they can also be choosy, like you for example. You are registered as both a voter and a choice" said the guard man.

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