Trafford’s Trading Club

A resting room cannot accommodate all guests. Of course, these guests also seem reluctant to share a room with too many other people.

Fortunately, the manor is spacious enough, and it will not be a problem to prepare a room for each of these guests.

"Do you really want to do this..."

Vika stretched out his hand, trying to pull back Vera who was leaning at the door of the room, even though he knew that the chance of success in doing so was almost zero.

This is a woman who is born to like adventure... To use a saying he learned from the Internet in an Eastern country when he was surfing the Internet: she likes to seek death.

Vera obviously didn't hear anything at that time, and opened the door of the room directly...Vika's voice suddenly rose, and she was extremely nervous.

"What's matter?"

A man outside the door said calmly: "Miss, the auction hasn't started yet. If you need anything, you can tell me directly."

Vera smiled slightly. She approached the man guarding the door. She hooked her fingers on her collar and gently pulled it down. "I seem to have been bitten by something. Inside your manor." Are there any strange bugs? Can you help me take a look?"

"Miss, we don't have such a thing in our manor." The man said intently, "I think if you really have such a need, your companions in the room should be able to help you."

Vera immediately praised: "You are such a good man, I am about to start liking you... Okay, it's okay."

After saying that, Vera shrugged, turned and returned to the room.

When the door was closed, the man guarding the door turned around calmly and looked at the corridor outside the room. But in an instant, he heard a slight click.

But before he could react, he felt something stabbing his neck. In just the blink of an eye, he felt the world spinning for a while. Before he could say a single word, his eyes went black. He fell directly to the ground.

The door was completely opened again. Vera took a quick look around, then dragged the person directly into the room, and said: "A good man will suffer. If you don't take advantage of it, blame me?"

Mainly because... you have no breasts at all! ! !

Vika... Vika looked at the ceiling and didn't express her feelings.

"Don't be stunned, come here quickly and change into this person's clothes." Vera raised her head at this time and looked at Vika who was not in a state of state and said.

Not long after, Vika, who had put on men's clothes, sneakily pushed the door open, but was pushed directly from behind by Vera, who staggered out.

At the same time, Vera, who had put on a complete set of close-fitting leather clothes, patted Vika on the shoulder and said, "If the auction starts later, you can find a way to delay it."

Vika suddenly cried and said: "Dear Miss Vera, do you think the guards in this manor can't recognize me as an outsider if they see each other every day?"

"That's your business." Vera pinched Vika's cheeks with both hands and shook it slightly: "Otherwise, why would I pay so much salary every month? I can raise several girlfriends more than I can raise a man like you. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a guy with a butt?”

"You are discriminating!!! I want...I want a raise!!"

"Be careful."

Vera said softly, then took a deep breath, put on a clown hood, opened the corridor window, and turned out instantly.

…

…

"clown?"

In his room, Yuri frowned and watched the scene happening in a corridor in the manor... and then looked at the guy sitting on the sofa opposite with a strange expression.

Also wearing a clown mask.

Yuri didn't know what the reason was, but anyway, during the time when he temporarily replaced the owner of the manor, he discovered one thing, that is, in the room of the original owner of the manor, there was a screen that could directly see every part of the manor.

Yuri didn't even know how many hidden cameras were installed in this manor. The only thing he had a feeling was that the original owner of this manor, the real heir to the DeKalb family, might be a voyeur.

"Oh, is this person the real FC?" Yuri frowned: "Is it a woman? How did she get here?"

"FC was inexplicably framed and became the thief of a world-famous painting. Isn't it normal to pretend that nothing happened?" Luo Qiu said calmly.

Yuri grinded his teeth. He suddenly squinted and stared at the man in front of him who had given him everything and deprived him of everything. He said in a sinister tone: "I have prepared a good show for you. I don’t want anyone to ruin it.”

"Do you want to deal with her?" Boss Luo suddenly asked.

"Is there a problem?" Yuri said calmly.

Luo Qiu smiled and said, "No problem... But how about leaving it to me? I'll try not to let her destroy what you prepared."

"Oh? Is the mysterious club owner interested in this clown lady?" Yuri said calmly.

At this time, the maid suddenly said in a nonchalant manner: "Mr. Yuri, do you think that we can only serve you? Don't forget that we have already given you what you want..."

Her eyes became sharper and she said slowly: "And now, I'm afraid we are your creditors."

"You can do whatever you like." Yuri shook his head.

Instinctively, he did not dare to look at the two of them. He stood up and used this as a cover. He said hastily: "I'm going to get ready. You two can help yourself."

…

"How's the situation over there?"

Vera, who was already sneaking around the manor, lowered her head, pulled up a small microphone attached to her clothes and said.

"Fortunately... no one has come over yet. What's the situation over there?"

"No problem, I have already memorized the route here when I visited the last time." Vera said briskly: "Keep in touch."

She turned off the communication and climbed up to the arch of the corridor with agility, dodging a manor maid who was walking by with something.

This is a good experience. Every time she faces this kind of environment and walks alone in a dangerous place, the tension caused by her heartbeat and sense of crisis, as well as the excitement caused by adrenaline, can make her feel better. I feel a fascination that is almost impossible to extricate myself from.

If someone is forced to become a thief because of a stealing habit, then this is probably the same reason for her, right?

But Vera continues to transform herself here.

Every cell in her body seemed to be urging her to act as quickly as possible. The hot feeling inside the hood gave her a feeling of sweating that simulated the coming of an orgasm.

Fantastic.

She walked quickly through the manor according to her memory... As she walked, she stopped.

She had to stop because she felt that her route seemed to be wrong. The scene in front of her seemed a little different from what she remembered.

She shouldn't have come to this place!

What went wrong? Vera couldn't help but carefully think about the route she had just taken, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't seem to find what went wrong.

This made her feel uncomfortable. Vera subconsciously pressed her body against the wall, and did not choose to act immediately, but looked around carefully.

This is the outer corridor on the second floor of the manor close to the ground. The circular design allows people to see the central courtyard from the corridor, but there are no people walking around the corridor.

Suddenly, a feeling of falling backward appeared, which caused Vera's body to sink directly backwards... Did she sink into the wall?

At the moment when he was about to fall, he put his hands on the ground and used strength to straighten his body. However, he found that he did not fall into the wall, but just happened to hit the door when it opened.

Wait, was it the door she was leaning against just now... not the wall?

Bang bang bang.

But she soon heard a few simple clapping sounds... and a voice saying: "You're very skilled."

Vera turned sharply.

She knelt on one knee, pressed the floor with one hand, and raised the other hand. This was the posture after she fell down and straightened her body.

"Well, he looks very handsome like this."

"It's you!"

But she had to almost instinctively let out a low cry from the weirdo she met at the last auction.

Clowns and clowns. (To be continued.)