Chapter 157 What Is a Prostitute?
There were three girls in the room, all dressed to the nines, each exuding a different kind of charm.
One looked mature and seductive, with a body like a ripe peach, seemingly ready to burst at a touch;
Another appeared petite and innocent yet boasted an astonishing figure, the epitome of a baby face with a voluptuous body.
The third had a cold, delicate face, standing about 6 feet tall with perfect proportions.
Steven had some impression of her; she seemed to be a very famous model with over five million followers online.
The moment he saw them, Steven's gaze inevitably wandered, unsure where to settle.
He couldn't help but exclaim, "The pleasures of the rich are indeed sophisticated and very professional!"
He walked into the room with a gun, and the three girls huddled together in the corner, trembling with fear.
Some looked sad, some pitiful, and some disgusted.
This complex mix of emotions, instead, made men more excited.
'No wonder they're professionals! Just a single gesture and look can be so captivating,' he thought.
If it were an average guy, he probably wouldn't be able to hold himself back by now.
But the one who came was Steven, so the outcome would be a bit different.
He glanced at the three of them, "Are you prostitutes?"
The girls' faces instantly turned sour at the term.
One said, "How can you slander us for no reason? We're not prostitutes; we're guests here!"
Steven glanced at their bodies, the meaning in his eyes unmistakable.
He asked, "Who lets guests dress like this? Is it some kind of family tradition?"
This was sarcasm, and the three girls immediately felt embarrassed and tried to cover themselves.
But they were showing too much skin, and two hands weren't enough to cover it all; even in the live-streaming world, this would be considered very revealing.
Steven pulled a chair over and sat across from them, his gun swaying slightly in his hand.
"Tell me, where are you prostitutes from?" he asked.
Although these three women were very beautiful and had hot bodies, and if he guessed right, they were highly skilled in various forms of advanced sex work.
But Steven was a bit of a germaphobe; he didn't like sharing women with others.
If they had no other skills, Steven would kick them out.
After all, he never kept idle people in his house.
After all, this $1 billion shelter was now his.
The three women, seeing the gun in Steven's hand, were too scared to resist.
But Desiree Smith, tall with a refined face, defiantly retorted, "I'm not a prostitute!"
"If you're not a prostitute, then what are you?" Steven asked.
Desiree proudly said, "I'm a socialite!"
"A socialite?" Steven nodded. "So, a prostitute then!"
In Starlight City, socialites were equivalent to high-class prostitutes, something Steven, as a local, knew very well.
Desiree stomped her foot in anger. "I'm not! I have a master's degree from Starlight University, level eight in Japanese, and level seven in national ballet!"
Steven nodded, "I see. So, a prostitute then?"
The girls were filled with grief and indignation. The mature and sexy Carolyn King took a deep breath and said, "That's your prejudice against us."
"The men we interact with are all high society figures. We just improve ourselves through our interactions with them."
"Don't compare us to those prostitutes. You should know, for a woman to integrate into high society, she needs more than just a pretty face and body."
"We also need high levels of knowledge and rich inner qualities."
Steven clapped his hands. "Very impressive! So, does your interaction with high society men include that kind of intimate activity?"
The girls exchanged glances, and Carolyn argued, "That does happen. But we're not prostitutes; we have the right to choose. Only when we feel the other party is qualified do we engage in intimate contact with them in a very pleasant process."
Desiree added, "My body, my choice. In this day and age, do you still care about this? That's a bit discriminatory against women, don't you think?"
The cute Dana Clark also puffed up and said, "You can't be prejudiced against us!"
Steven laughed. "So, you're still prostitutes then!"
The three girls shouted in unison, "We're not!"
Steven waved them off, "What's the big deal! In this era, making money isn't shameful. And since you can get into Brock's house, it looks like you're the best among prostitutes."
"If it weren't for social norms, I should give you an award," he added.
This time, Dana couldn't take it anymore.
She glared at Steven, puffing up, "Do you know how hard we socialite girls work? I won the national piano competition; I can play 'Flight of the Bumblebee.' Have you heard of that piece?"
The name "Flight of the Bumblebee" made Steven raise an eyebrow.
Of course, he knew the piece because he once loved a movie called "The Legend of 1900."
The climax of the movie was when the protagonist played "Flight of the Bumblebee."
Steven was also stunned the first time he heard the piano piece, unable to imagine a pianist's hand speed could reach such a level.
He looked at the cute girl in front of him with some surprise. "You can really play it?"
Dana proudly raised her chin. "Of course! I play it very well!"
Desiree also said, "I can play it too!"
Steven laughed.
A pianist who could skillfully play "Flight of the Bumblebee" must be at least level eight.
And the highest level for piano was nine.
In other words, the two young and beautiful girls in front of Steven were rare, excellent pianists in the country.
But such girls also came to be prostitutes.
"It's truly an era where the poor are worse off than prostitutes. In that sense, it's good that the apocalypse has come. At least everyone faces death equally."
Steven had nothing more to say. Their one-time "performance" could earn them hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of dollars.
In the face of such temptation, the majority of women, seen as goddesses by ordinary people, would find it hard to resist.
When Steven looked at these beautiful girls again, the heat in his eyes had faded a lot.
He raised his gun and pointed it at the three girls.
"Turn around and lean against the wall!" he ordered.
The three girls heard this, and a hint of a smile flashed in their eyes.
'Damn man, after talking to us for so long, in the end, he just wants to do that, right?' they thought.
The three of them pretended to be scared, then turned around and leaned against the wall.
It was obvious they were very skilled.
Steven took out several bundles of rope and some zip ties from the extradimensional space, walked over, and tied them up tightly one by one.
It was also professional Japanese bondage.
At first, the girls thought Steven wanted to try BDSM, but they later found out Steven was tying them tighter and tighter.
After tying them up, Steven threw them into the pet room, closed the door, and left.
It wasn't time to relax completely yet, and Steven wasn't the kind of man to be overwhelmed by lust.
He still needed to continue exploring the house to see if there were any dangers.
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