Chapter 23【VIP】
That night.
In the most luxurious private room of the flower kiln, the candlelight was dim and ambiguous.
Red Rose Ella was wearing the "Whisper" dress with only a thin veil as thin as smoke draped over the outside. When she walked into the door with swaying steps, the whole box fell into silence in an instant.
The wine glasses hovered in mid-air, and the laughter and conversation stopped abruptly.
All eyes, whether they were greedy, bored, or drunken, were instantly captured by the allure of the black dress.
The silver chain made a soft and pleasant sound as she walked, like the whisper of a devil.
After a brief moment of astonishment, there were gasps, the sound of a wine glass breaking as it fell, and heavy breathing.
"Oh my God... Ella, what... what is this on you?" A man stood up, his voice incredibly hoarse and his eyes so hot that they almost burned a hole in the gauze.
Ella turned lazily, letting her fatal temptation fully display in the dim candlelight.
Her red lips curved up. "This? My new favorite... 'Whisper.'" Her fingertips traced the belt. "It's my new treasure."
That night, those who were lucky enough to step into the flower kiln and witness Ella's new battle uniform became the hottest topic of conversation in Furlan's social circle.
They described the magical underwear to everyone they knew in an exaggerated, excited and boastful tone, as if it was enchanted by the devil of desire.
After being exaggerated, the women nearby began to yearn for the "whisper" that captivated everyone.
Rumors spread like a plague among the lower classes of Furlan.
"Have you heard? The Red Rose..."
"Oh my God, is this true? Is it really that... that..."
"Shh! Keep your voice down! But... I really want to see it with my own eyes..."
"It is said that wearing it can turn even the most conservative man into a beast..."
"Whisper" became famous overnight.
Of course, Opesa, who was decorating the shop, had no idea about this.
A few days later, Opesha's shop "Secret Language" officially opened for business.
In the window, there were only three sets of carefully made Whisper suits hanging alone - the ones that Sinderel had made before he got angry.
Ever since Sinderel suddenly got angry, Opesha hardly chatted with him. When they met occasionally, they just exchanged glances and he never told her what he had done in the past few days.
Opesha stood behind the counter with a nervous mood. Her advertising plan had failed. She could only pray that when the previous big sale ended, her old customers would be curious to see if she was open for business.
The door was pushed open, bringing in a strong scent, and a lady wearing a black veiled wide-brimmed hat and extremely luxurious clothes walked in. She ordered two strong maids behind her to watch the carriage at the door, and then walked straight to the window with a clear goal, examining the sets of black underwear with sharp eyes.
"Is this it?" Her voice, a barely perceptible urgency, pierced through her veil. "It's called 'Whisper'?"
Opesa's heart was pounding, and she quickly put on her warmest smile: "Yes, my dear madam! You really have a good eye for gems! This is our shop's new product..."
"Three sets, I want them all." The lady interrupted her decisively. With a glance, the maid behind her immediately stepped forward, carefully took out the sample clothes from the window, and quickly wrapped them in the brocade bag she brought.
"Ah? All...all?" Opesa was a little stunned by this sudden arrogance.
"What? No?" The lady's voice turned cold.
"Okay! Of course!" Opesa came back to her senses, her smile even brighter, and she hurriedly began to pack up and collect money. "Chenghui, the total is..."
The gold coins jingled as they fell into the purse. The lady received the package, looking relieved, yet also with a certain secret excitement, she turned and walked away quickly.
The shop fell silent again. Opesa looked at the empty window, then at the several large gold coins glittering in the cash box, still a little overwhelmed.
Already... sold out? She hadn't even finished introducing it yet?
Before she could digest this surprise, the door of the shop was pushed open again. The women who came in this time, although not as exquisitely dressed as the previous lady, were still dressed in decent clothes.
Their eyes all turned to the empty window.
"Gone? Gone just like that?"
"Didn't they say the sale starts today? I came here early on purpose!"
"Boss! Do you have any more stock? When will it be available again?"
"Money is not an issue! Book me one set! No, two sets!"
The small shop was instantly crowded with these usually reserved and noble female customers, who were chattering in a flurry and were extremely anxious.
Opesa was startled by the scene and frantically dealt with the ladies: "Everyone, please be patient and come one by one."
.
I looked around suddenly, but didn't see any familiar customers. They were not the customers who had come during the big sale in the past.
so,
While calming the excited customer, she quickly said, "Madam, I'm so sorry! The first batch of clothes is limited in quantity. Please leave your name and required size here. Once the stock is available, you can pay immediately."
She was busy registering her information and collecting deposits. Just as she was dizzy and surrounded by a group of wealthy ladies, she heard two young men whispering excitedly at the store entrance.
"Hey, look at the back of the window! What's that?"
"Where? ...hiss! Like... small shackles? Silver?"
"There's a small whip next to it? It's so ingeniously made... What's it for? It looks like an instrument of execution, yet it's different?"
"I don't know... but it looks... tsk tsk, quite interesting..."
Opesa's sharp ears instantly caught the key words "small shackles" and "small whip." She looked up sharply and followed the two people's gaze into the depths of the window.
There were several small and exquisite gadget samples that she had thrown in there as decoration and demonstration of future products.
The gadget lay quietly on the velvet cushion, the silver handcuffs gleamed coldly, and the handle of the small whip next to it was inlaid with artificial gems.
An idea flashed through Opesha's mind like lightning - a trailer, she could take advantage of this hot situation to place an advertisement.
She immediately straightened her back, a mysterious yet professional smile on her face. Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for both the ladies inside and the curious men peering in from the doorway to hear: "Oh, distinguished guests, thank you for visiting our shop today. Let me introduce our new products. Please look in the window, those little gadgets—they're concept pieces for our upcoming blockbuster product, the 'Bound Melody' series. As for their specific uses…" She deliberately dragged out the tone, blinked, and hinted at something ambiguous, "They're a deeper, secret melody unique to the night… Stay tuned."
The shop was silent for a moment, then a low murmur of discussion broke out. The ladies' eyes flickered, and the interest of the two men at the door was completely piqued.
Opesa laughed triumphantly in her heart: It's done! The suspense remains, and my appetite is whetted!
Over the next few days, the Whisper shop was packed with customers. The list of people who had registered to pre-order "Whisper" grew longer and longer, and Opesa was overwhelmed by the deposits.
Rumors about the mysterious "Bound Movement" also began to spread in some small circles.
She had no idea that in just a few days, the deposit she'd received would be more than she'd made from the previous sale. After paying the 300 gold coins for the banquet tickets, the remaining money would cover exactly one-third of the debt she owed to the trading house.
She had originally intended to use the banquet to open up the upper-class market, but now, without doing anything, her plan was half accomplished. Almost all the nobles and commoners in the territory knew about her shop.
But that's not enough, her ambition doesn't stop there. She wants other nobles to see it, preferably relatives with royal blood. It would be even better if she could have contact with the prince during this period.
However, Opesa's confusion still remained unanswered.
It was definitely not promoted by her two daughters. After all, the reputation of those two people was not much different from her own. Even if they could now sneak into some tea parties of low-level nobles, with the arrogance of the nobles, they would only give a few gold coins as alms to comfort this poor little shop.
It could only be Sinderel.
Opesha was even harder to understand.
On the one hand, he was angry and refused to talk to her, did not go home at night, and insisted on living in the workshop, while on the other hand, he was doing things for her.
It is not easy to attract everyone to come. How did Sinderel do it?
She thought about this as she paid for the expedited order at the fabric store.
As it grew darker, the carriage had been borrowed by her two daughters. She was walking on the path with her bags on her back, making her an easy target for robbery.
In order to avoid being robbed, Opesha chose to take a shortcut.
She turned into a quiet alley nearby. Just as she reached the middle of the alley, she saw a figure that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar passing by quickly in front of her.
It's Sindriel.
He was still wearing the same old dress, and his figure was a little blurry in the twilight, but Opesa would never mistake him.
He walked hurriedly and soon disappeared at the other end of the alley.
Opesa's heart sank suddenly, as if it was gripped by an icy hand.
Once was accidental, but this was already the third time she had seen Sinderel coming in and out of this place. The first time was on the day the painting was torn up, and she had chased him out. The third time was yesterday afternoon when she had caught a glimpse of him from afar while visiting the fabric store. This time too... it was really too frequent.
Thinking of her previous doubts and what the priest said, Opesa felt something was wrong.
If you go straight along this road, you will reach the castle of the lord of this territory. Could it be that he is threatening the lord by using his identity as a killer?
This won't do. She has finally managed to get this kid back on the right track. If he gets confused for a moment and goes back to his old ways, all her good days will be in vain.
This world just had imperfect laws, but that didn't mean there were no laws. Moreover, she had just offended the priest and the trading house. If the priest caught her, they would all be executed in public.
No. Opesa bit her fingers nervously. She had to stop Sinderel.
She followed quietly, the cat peeking around the corner.
Sinderel paused and turned to another place.
Opesa frowned and chased after him. The further they walked, the stronger the scent of vulgarity became. It was a scent she had smelled before, like... the scent of a flower kiln.
Soon, the building that appeared before her confirmed her guess, and she followed it to the door of the flower kiln.
Opesa watched in amazement as Sinderel walked into the flower kiln, familiarly pointed out the city's famous "Red Rose", and then followed the doorman into Ella's room.
this……
Combined with Sinderel's fury when he tore up her portrait, and his intense resistance to wearing that dress...
A terrible thought entered Opesa's mind like a poisonous snake.
Sindriel is a lesbian!
He tore up the painting not because she was wearing revealing clothes, but because the painter was a man.
He was so angry because she showed herself in front of a man! He frequently came here... not to look for the lord, but for a woman.
Opesa gasped and leaned against the cold stone wall, her face pale.
broken.
Her beautiful "daughter" Sindriel...
That "girl" with a cold, murderous look all day long...actually likes women?! Is she a lesbian?!
The impact of this realization was even more terrifying to Opesha than knowing that Sinderel knew her secret.
She is now his "stepmother" and they live under the same roof.
A "daughter" with female sexual orientation and extremely strong fighting ability... Countless tragic stories about wives of gay men and shocking social news that she had seen in modern times flashed through Opesa's mind.
Seeing Sinderel coming out of the flower kiln, Opesa hurriedly hid back in the corner, not daring to breathe.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over…
Opesa clutched her head, her vision darkening and her legs weakening. She seemed to have seen Sinderel staring coldly at her with those blue-green eyes, and then... she didn't dare to think any further.
The joy of making money was instantly eclipsed by a sense of existential crisis. She fled the alley on her hands and knees, sprinting back to the shop, slamming the door, and leaning against it, gasping for air, her heart pounding as if it was about to burst through her chest.
In the shop, Sindriel, who had returned earlier, was sitting quietly in the shadow of the corner, holding a piece of soft deerskin in his hand and carefully wiping the dagger.
The candlelight danced on his drooping brows and the cold blade, reflecting a cold light.
Hearing the loud noise of Opesa knocking on the door, he didn't stop wiping at all. He just slowly raised his eyes and looked at her without emotion, like a hunter staring at a panicked prey.
"... Ugh!" Opesa was frightened by the silent gaze. She let out a short scream and subconsciously crossed her arms over her chest. Her whole body pressed tightly against the door panel, like a cat with its fur standing on end.
Sinderel frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled by her overreaction. He averted his gaze and continued to polish the gleaming dagger.
rustle--
The sound of deerskin rubbing against metal was particularly clear and creepy in the quiet shop.
Opesha held her breath.
The cold wiping sound seemed to be scraping against my body.
He cut open her clothes, broke her bottom line, and finally pressed it against her heart.
This shocking imagination made Opesa tremble all over.
It's broken, she's crazy too.
After wiping the dagger, Sinderel placed the deerskin on the table. He slowly raised his head and saw Opesa's cheeks, which had turned purple and red.
"you……"
"I'm fine, I'm fine, I... cough... I... I'm a little tired, I'm leaving first!" Opesa interrupted him excitedly, threw away the cloth on her body, and left the store in a hurry.
Original place.
Sinderel glanced at the scattered bundles on the ground, glanced away, stood up and went to pack them up.
The fabric of the bundle exudes a faint fragrance, which is related to Opesa.
He paused.
He casually stuffed the cloth-wrapped bundle into his pocket.
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