The girl, naturally sociable, took a seat and initiated a conversation. "My name is Elodie Bryant. What's your name, Miss?"

Nicole simply pointed at her name tag and replied, "You can call me by this name."

Unfazed by Nicole's reluctance to reveal her true name, Elodie understood in their profession, everyone had their own tales and secrets to keep. "So, I will call you Cherry."

Elodie's persistence stirred a hint of suspicion in Nicole.

Nicole opted to observe first and then responded politely, “That's fine."

Elodie seemed amiable, quite the contrast from her demeanor in the chamber. She was notably enthusiastic. “Cherry, did Deniz bother you later?" she asked.

Nicole eyed Elodie skeptically, wondering whether Elodie was Vicki's spy. Was Elodie probing for information to report back to Vicki?

Nicole wasn't just being overly cautious. Knowing Vicki's methods, it was likely Vicki would have someone in the club monitoring her every move.

Wishing to keep her own counsel, Nicole replied uneasily, “That person... He wasn't very good."

Her answer was deliberately vague, neither fully criticizing nor praising Deniz, leaving much to the imagination.

Elodie didn't pry further. Instead, she rambled on, "But you were lucky to escape any trouble. Deniz is really vile. He tends to hassle the new people here. He's overweight and not pleasant to look at. He often demands that we do repulsive things..."

Elodie continued, but Nicole had no desire to hear more about Deniz's misdeeds.

Rubbing her forehead, Nicole longed for some peace.

Noticing Nicole's pale face, Elodie said, "Cherry, I hope I didn't disturb your rest. I'll leave now. Take care."

Just then, someone called out for Elodie. She responded and turned back to Nicole, saying, “Cherry, I've been here over a year. If you ever need advice or have questions, just ask me. I know all about who's troublesome and who's generous here."

Elodie's forwardness was overwhelming for Nicole, who simply nodded and responded, "Okay."

“I'll be off then, Cherry."

With Elodie's departure, tranquility returned to the room.

Lying on the bed, Nicole's thoughts drifted to Austin. Her concern for him prevented her from resting. At ten o'clock, she received a photo on her phone of Austin sleeping peacefully.

This was Vicki's assurance. As long as Nicole worked here, a photo of Austin would arrive every two days.