The Little Girl of the Heart of the Cruel Mafia
THE MOB BOSS THE GENIUS!

"W-what, 'wasn?" Violetta looked at the sharp object that was pointing. Exactly, hit his forehead.

{Personal special lord Viktor!}

Chett

The sharp object retreated and re-entered a place above and just disappeared.

"The automatic object is the creation of Mr. Viktor," said the servant who had been splashed up now.

"Te-continue? The fish?" Violetta asked who was still frightened.

"That too was the creation of Mr. Viktor, Miss. Especially for body therapy," explained the waiter.

"Therapies? By being bitten by them?" Ask Violetta.

"That's what they do, miss." Said one of the other servants while giving Violetta new clothes.

"Do we want to wear it, miss?" Ask the waiter.

"No-no!" Violetta replied as she received the clothes immediately.

"The locker room is over there, Miss." Said the waiter by pointing towards one room with the door closed.

"Yes, yeah. You guys get out of here! I can go out on my own" Cetus Violetta entered the dressing room.

"Yes kali! I want them to touch my body, if they wear clothes for me!" Violetta muttered after entering her, she saw the room was empty nothing.

"It's empty! Shouldn't there be a lot of change of clothes here?" His murmured again, while starting to change his uniform with a long, loose Muslim dress.

"Why do I have to wear long clothes anyway?! Uhh! Ribet is so!" Her snapping when she was staring at the long loose clothes without using a single thread on her body.

{Dirty clothes detected!}

"Huh?! That sound again?!" His murmurs turned to his side. Suddenly there was an automatic broom that had both hands running and took his uniform.

"That's! I'm like a demon, showing up without excuse!" Cetus Violetta's.

Gluey!

Without realizing it, it turns out that from earlier there was a man who was watching through CCTV surveillance that had been installed in the corner of the room.

The man could only see the beautiful sight painstakingly swallowing his Saliva.

"d! It's so beautiful, it can't turn away from her!" The man's bluff.

{Please wait a minute}

Cettt

Come out, a very astetic washing machine made of break-resistant stanleas.

"W-what's he doing?!" Violetta muttered when she saw the automatic broom, put her uniform into a machine like in the film Afatar pulled and put a human asleep there. Meanwhile, this is her clothes that came back out in a clean and dry state.

"He's... Don't look at my body, do you?" Violetta muttered while waving her hand towards the two green eyeballs belonging to the automatic broom that did not blink.

{Please}

Violetta saw him put his uniform on the shelf there which suddenly appeared. Then, back to see the automatic broom sank into the wall next to him.

"Hahah! I really don't understand these rare advanced tools!" His murmur was upset while wearing the Muslim clothes.

A few days have passed, Violetta is getting used to the presence of sophisticated tools of the Russian man, who is none other than Viktor.

"Great bored!" His sluggish when everything he does is always assisted by the waiter and the sophisticated tools.

"Gue wants to go home! Did I run away, 'yes?" His whimper to the female servants who were massaging his legs.

"Sorry lady, you better think before you start." Obviously one of the maids.

"Where is the Russian man's private room?!" Cetus Viiletta pulls both legs.

"Lord Viktor, Miss," The servant girl.

"Yes, yeah! Where's your Viktor sir?!" Cetus Violetta's.

The servants who did not dare to resist, only resigned and showed it to Violetta.

"Good! I'm going in!" Violetta.

"Don't miss! It seems like the master is in an uncontrollable state!" A female servant who prevents Violetta's body from entering Viktor's private room.

"Uncontrollable what does that mean? I'm going in! Quick, move!!" Violetta insisted as she pushed the body of the female servant. Then, enter the black-painted room.

"No-misses!" The woman's servant was heard outside the door of the room.

"Dark?" Violetta muttered after entering the room was pitch black not any light.

Czechoslovakia!

"What are those voices?" Violetta turned her pitch-black surroundings.