128 Complicated Problems

I didn't need any special objects to help with my service, so I was now kind of waiting for something to happen.

There wasn't anything I could really do besides strip my clothes and wait which was why I wanted to start a conversation.

This customer had a weird introduction with how I met those two boys and she was strangely a lot more nervous than I thought.

The glass to the bath shouldn't be too thick, I asked her: "So? Why'd you pick my services?"

"O-oh, I was looking for someone to accompany me."

That did sound like a valid reason, was she one of those customers who wanted a taste of every 'companion'?

Wanting to explore the path further, I voiced another question: "Why would you want someone to accompany you? You seemed quite popular with the boys back then."

Quietness settled in this room and the only sound I could hear to answer that question was the water dripping.

This was an obvious sign that she may be somewhat mad or be emotionally distressed.

The easiest way I usually settle problems like this is to have an upfront conversation with her to know what exactly is happening.

Vague sounds of a barrage of water droplets falling onto tiles echoed and it seemed that Chiyoe was finally out of the bath.

I was currently half naked with my top off as I wanted to see if there were any requests she now had since we were in the hotel.

She was easily embarrassed if she was in the public as she sent me a text message instead of saying it out loud which was why I thought of this.

Her face was absent of makeup as she probably removed it but her tanned skin was still glossy from the water that made it glisten much more.

The dyed hair was now dripping with water but Chiyoe covered it with a towel to dry it.

The eyes with embarrassment when in public seemed a lot like a dead fish's as it contained no emotion and was similar to a void.

Filled with listlessness, she dropped her body on top of the bed.

Sirens were going through my head as I definitely noticed something was very wrong with this customer than I originally thought.

My question had accidentally knocked the wrong nerve and this was the outcome.

Either, I left the question as is and let her act like a dead fish or I actually do something by asking questions to get down to the problem.

A little motivation was needed, Placing my hands above her shoulder to make it look like I pushed her down, I probed with the question once more: "Please tell me Chiyoe, tell me why."

It was a little unoriginal but I whispered my plea into her ear and started to make my eyes water: "I just want you to be fine"

Teary eyes, a weak puppy voice… it was an awful thing to play and manipulate a person's heart but when the time gets rough, desperate times call for desperate measures.

My words pried open her heart as waterworks were being created from both of her eyes.

Her face were full of tears, quickly covered by her hands and sulking in a silent manner.

The small sobs could be heard but I waited patiently and lied down next to her, in order to listen to what may eventually be a story.

Silence was only temporary as Chiyoe eventually spoke.

This story seemed like it would take a while but Chiyoe wasn't able to string together a full sentence.

The whimpers and deep breathing interrupted each word she wanted to say, all I could hear was "All...friends and mum…. Said….unladylike….punished….changed….new friends….make fun...rumors…"

Those were the only words I could hear as everything else sounded like soft muttering that barely escaped her mouth.

If I can piece this story together… Her mum and friends commented that she was 'unladylike', I would have to agree with them.

The more favorable type of a ladylike person would be empathetic, kind, restrain and modesty but I think those were good characteristics for any human. Punished probably referred to trying to force you to change your characteristics.

'Changed' probably meant her new look as the heavy makeup was quite unusual along with the tanned skin and dyed hair.

So she changed her appearance because she had enough with being called unladylike?

Such a vague story… there were so many places that could allow your imagination to run free.

She made new friends because she didn't like her new friends but they made fun of her and caused rumors?

Were people that vicious, was she really bad at making friends?

This was much more complicated than I originally thought it would be but I do recall one of the guy calling her a slut.

I began wiping the tears away from Chiyoe's face but she instead grabbed onto my arms and impaled her nails into my skin.

Not a word could be spoken, I just kept quiet until the girl was finally to act composed and actually focus on the matter at hand.

Time passed and I was surprised that she has yet to mention a single thing and we only have less than an hour left.

The silence seemed to have finally gotten to her as she just whispered in my ear: "Why is life so tough? Am I a bad person? Everyone I know hates me."

Those statements brought about a lot of red flags in my mind.

They sounded like the last words of someone who sees no hopes in the world.

It was very unlikely she would be doing it in this room as there were no objects that could cause major harm to her under my eye.

My only choice I have as a person who she hired was to console her and not make any rash statements.

I needed to choose my words carefully as I wouldn't be capable of controlling the outcome which was why I could only give her kind lines.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to neutralize the situation.