The Price

Home.

After returning from Sea Prison, Molly stood in the middle of the living room. Looking at the familiar furnishings before her, her taut nerves finally relaxed.

She turned to the smiling girl beside her, composed herself, and thanked her.

"Thank you so much for today. Without you, I never would have made it to the prison, nor would I have been able to complete the global livestream."

Without the other girl's spatial teleportation and livestream support, no matter how anxious she had been, she could only have watched Zhao Hu flee. There was no way she could have used the most direct method to intimidate those people blinded by greed.

The girl chuckled, her eyes brimming with mischief.

"There's no need to thank me. I told you long ago that my help always comes at a price. I don't help people for free."

Molly's heart tightened as she asked, "What price do you want? As long as I can do it and it doesn't violate my principles, I can agree to it."

She secretly considered it. The other party was the lofty Avatar of the God of Desire, so ordinary things surely would not interest her. Could she be asking Molly to become her spokesperson, or to give up something?

The girl did not answer immediately. She merely raised a hand and gave it a light wave, and an exquisite, eye-catching outfit appeared out of thin air.

Molly took a closer look. It was a black-and-white maid outfit, its skirt hem adorned with delicate lace.

Beside it lay a pair of white thigh-high stockings with garters, white lace panties and a bra, a pair of fluffy black cat-ear hair clips, and a matching fluffy cat tail.

"Put them on."

The girl crossed her arms and watched Molly's embarrassed expression