A quarter of an hour later, the scantily clad dancer was sent out into the hallway, and the door behind her swiftly shut.
Congratulations, you passed the surprise test, interesting new colleague...
Mata Hari heard the faint sound of a lock turning inside the room. The corners of her lips curled up in delight, and she leisurely draped a light outer robe over herself. Her beautiful eyes shifted thoughtfully.
So it seemed the boss lady had probably made the first move earlier?
The female spy glanced at the tightly guarded door behind her and covered her mouth with a soft laugh. None of the pitiful, delicate demeanor she had displayed in the bedroom remained. Her eyes brimmed with girlish teasing, along with... a trace of appreciation for the opposite sex.
Thinking back, she had been helplessly knocked down at the very beginning of her life.
Her father's company went bankrupt, and he kept cheating on the family.
Her mother succumbed to illness brought on by grief and overwork, passing away when she was fourteen.
Her marriage had also ended in failure because of her husband's violence, drinking, and womanizing.
To survive, she had spent most of her youth drifting among different men.
Pleasing them and depending on them had become talents she found difficult to shed even after becoming a Heroic Spirit.
During that time, this female spy, who had seen countless people, had long witnessed the true faces of men driven by lust.
Therefore, Mata Hari was naturally no innocent little girl. Calling her an experienced veteran of romance would not have been excessive.
That person's seductive pigeon-toed gait, along with the obvious pain in a certain area, clearly could not escape the female spy's notice.
Because of her profession, she possessed an instinctive wariness and disdain toward men