A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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When bottling the prepared grape juice, be careful not to fill it too full; it's best to leave about one-third of the space in the bottle.

Because grapes expand during fermentation and produce a lot of gas, if the filling is too slow, the grape juice may overflow, or even cause an explosion. Also, do not tighten the bottle opening too much.

104. Recruitment Agreement

So the little snake nimbly coiled around the top of the mountain with the milk foam, licking up every last bit of residue.

Summer temperatures are high, so fermentation time is short, about a week. For a richer flavor, you can choose to ferment for ten days. In autumn, when temperatures are lower, fermentation will take about half a month.

Then, following the trail of juice, they licked downwards until they reached the vicinity where the milky taste had disappeared.

She then found the other side and cleaned it up using the same method.

"Miss store manager, you've improved a lot."

Saint Karina reached out and stroked the shopkeeper's head, pressing her lips closer to her body with a little force.

Because once fermentation is complete, it can be filtered out and consumed.

Make sure to separate the grape seeds, skins, and fermented pulp. This is usually done using a strainer, which should be sterilized before use to avoid introducing bacteria into the wine. Once filtered, the wine is ready to drink.

The grapes used in the first batch of winemaking will definitely not be consumed all at once, so the excess wine should be bottled and stored. Make sure to seal the bottles tightly, and then store them in a cool, dry place. You can take out the wine whenever you want to drink it.

"Now it's my turn to clean you up. Did those women water you too much, thus promoting your growth? But never mind, the shopkeeper is also within my hunting range."

Her body kept leaning forward until most of her weight was on the shop manager, who in turn slowly leaned back and finally lay down on the bed.

The shopkeeper looked helpless. Being asked to eat her directly was far more difficult than being made into a milk wine monster. The shopkeeper always avoided doing that, but Saint Karina was always very interested in forcing her to do such things—if Saint Karina was not satisfied, she might do something even stranger.

This white-haired woman is almost obsessively persistent in upholding her own will. Every time the store manager tries to go against her, he is punished in a way that makes people blush and their hearts race.

Humans are creatures that seek advantage and avoid harm. As a result of getting along, the store manager gradually turned into a docile sheep—although she herself knew that this change was not good, she was always powerless to correct it.

Santa Karina took the barrel, turned it on, and found that the milk inside was indeed an impeccable drink—richer than any milk she had ever had before, but not cloying. Its silky texture was mixed with various subtle flavors, which seemed to be related to each person's constitution.

The manager's flavor tastes like it's been mixed with mint candy, giving you a refreshing sensation in your mouth and nose.

"Yes, it's okay to drink it forcefully... Just drink it all..."

Taking a breather, the store manager grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Saint Karina chuckled maliciously and quickly covered her mouth.

The feeling was subtle, as if she had suddenly transformed into a girl experiencing her first love. The shopkeeper gently called out Saint Karina's name with her slightly parted lips, her cheeks instantly turning red, and her watery eyes narrowing into slits.

The shop manager's eyes roamed over Saint Karina's body, and he knelt on the bed for a long time, completely dazed.

However, she quickly came to her senses and lay lazily on the bed, savoring the feeling from just now.

"Not bad, I'd give you 99 points. The points I deducted were to prevent you from getting too arrogant."

Her eyes darted around, she tried to remain calm as she tidied her hair, and then gave her assessment in a seemingly relaxed manner.

"Then what……"

The store manager turned around and hugged her leg.

"what?"

"I am...that..."

The store manager mustered his courage and said, "You said...you wanted to use...that place, didn't you?"

"Ah, I suddenly don't feel like continuing—"

Saint Karina rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, her feet on the carpet, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief: "That's all for today."

As she spoke, she took a gold coin out of her bag and threw it on the pillow.

"Wait, that."

The shop manager hurriedly wrapped his arm around Saint Karina's waist from behind. "Could you...do it again?"

That's all for today...

"How can you do that!"

The store manager hugged Saint Karina and shook her in dissatisfaction.

Sometimes—well, sometimes—some customers do behave like that, but this is the first time the manager has encountered such behavior.

She boasted that her body was incredibly attractive, and that she used to go until she passed out, but today she was the one who left men wanting more.

This stark contrast was even harder for the store manager to accept than for others who had to stop halfway through, and she herself didn't understand why.

"I... I can bite it for you, or I can use the car headlights..."

Saying things she would never have said before made the store manager blush so hard she almost bled, but the indescribable feeling spurred her to seek more comfort.

"No, let's leave it at that this time."

Saint Karina was clearly not very interested, which was completely different from her usual self.

"why?"

The store manager stared into Saint Karina's eyes, feeling a little wronged.

Is it because I'm past my prime and people dislike me, or because I'm too old and have lost my appeal?

"Want to know why?" Saint Karina chuckled.

The store manager pouted and nodded.

"Because..."

Saint Karina took out another gold coin, purified it with a cleansing spell, and then gently rubbed it against the shopkeeper's private parts.

The still-damp stalactite walls instinctively enveloped the money, quickly coating it with a layer of transparent honey.

"Because Miss Champagne told me that the Grand Duke's only daughter, Miss Alessia, will be arriving soon."

"..."

The shopkeeper suddenly felt that it would be better if the Grand Duke's daughter just died.

"I understand, Your Excellency. I approve your application. By the way, do you also need that priestess?"

"Philomena doesn't need it, so you can leave her with you, shopkeeper, for now."

Saint Karina shook her head; after all, she still possessed a certain degree of possessiveness.

Sometimes, there's no difference between those pot-bellied, balding middle-aged noblemen and those extravagant young noblewomen who can produce milk simply by touching a switch.

The difference between them is that the former's body and soul are both decayed and rotten, while the latter's appearance is bright and beautiful, but their souls are already tainted.

She first put on the thin triangular fabric and bra, then put on the black tulle dress, put on the tilted matching hat, and finally put on a white mask, tidied her slightly messy white hair, and touched up her lipstick.

Her black high heels were polished to a shine, reflecting off her fair neck and prominent cleavage.

"Perfect! I look absolutely radiant tonight. Manager, do you think I look good?"

"Of course it looks good."

Some liquid slowly slid out from an indescribable place like toothpaste; the liquid was similar to honey, not completely watery, but rather had a sticky, glue-like texture.

The shop manager couldn't help but cross her long, white legs. She felt that Saint Karina's appearance as a hostess at the "tavern" made her even more irresistible.

However, the public relations staff at Santa Karina have a limited term, unlike Miss Champagne, who has to achieve new results every month in order to move to a more functional neighborhood and live in a more luxurious apartment.

A healthy diet is essential, which requires meat, plenty of food, and various expenses related to appearance and grooming, all of which require money.

There are many such female public relations staff in the [bar], not just champagne girls; they have to work hard in every sense of the word.

105. Alessia is different from what I imagined.

A group of staff members dressed in white shirts, black skirts, and black bow ties were already waiting outside.

"Miss Gin, here is your schedule for tonight."

Gin is St. Karina's code name. The nightclub is called "The Tavern," and the hostesses who work there all have code names related to alcohol. Gin is just one of many fine drinks available.

Gin, also known as juniper berry liquor or gin, typically has an alcohol content between 35 and 55 degrees.

It is the most frequently used spirit in cocktails and is known as the heart of cocktails. In terms of taste, gin has a fragrant and enticing aroma and a refreshing and crisp flavor. It can be enjoyed neat or used in cocktails, and it is an indispensable spirit in cocktail making.

The pub is open only to female customers, and all staff and management are women.

The most famous one here is Bacardi, which is the name of the rum served to the female escorts. Bacardi itself is a type of rum. She ranked first in performance for six consecutive months, surpassing the second-place candidate by nearly one-third in income, which is enviable but unattainable.

Saint Karina wasn't interested in achieving top results; she had no interest in competition and wasn't short of money. All she wanted was to conquer Miss Alessia, the Grand Duke's only daughter, make her fall for her, and make her hers—nothing more.

"Thank you."

She took the schedule and browsed through the tasks for the night. Originally, her schedule was full from 7 p.m. until 9 a.m. the next day, and there were quite a few people booking services for newcomers like her.

It's probably because these women want to try something new. Although not all female escorts are innocent and pure, Wan won the first round and spent her first night with Miss Gin, which was a huge win.

The guests' requests were bizarre. For example, one person wrote in the request column, "I hope to be whipped by Miss Gin," and another wrote, "I hope to taste Miss Gin's jade feet. It would be even better if I could be stepped on. I'm willing to pay extra for the service."

There are many more like this, and some even hope to be insulted by her.

The first few hours of work were all simple services, like drinking tea, chatting, and taking walks. There was no skill required, but the pay was quite good.

The entire period from 10 PM to 9 AM the next morning was booked by customers, commonly known as "overnight booking".

As for what to do in the evening, it's all up to the guests. Even exchanging biological knowledge, having all-night conversations, or researching how to drastically increase the indoor temperature and humidity in a short period of time are all permitted.

Although the customer didn't write anything in the request section, Santa Karina guessed that the other party was serious.

Every female public relations officer has to go through this eventually. Although it's a bit strange to offer yourself to customers, if you don't do it, you might as well not apply for the position of female public relations officer.

Santa Karina was filled with anticipation for her last guest of the night, hoping he would be a sweet and delicious prey.

She desperately needs Miss Alessia.

……

As the clock struck ten at night, the distant clock tower gradually sank into darkness. The crisp, loud sounds of the mechanical operation inside the clock tower filled the air, and black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipes, turning a large area of ​​the surrounding sky gray-black.

Santa Karina remembered that as night fell, the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed up. The lights of the capital's bustling streets gradually came on, and several griffin-drawn carriages flew in from the depths of the distant brick forest, while the number of ships docked at the pier increased exponentially.

This place is Partington's sleepless city, a haven for the city's desires and a true place of revelry. Everyone who comes here seeks release; every corner is filled with extravagance and decadence, a stark contrast to the slums across the street.

A beautifully dressed prostitute stood on the dock, watching the slowly approaching ships, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Saint Karina stood on the high platform, gazing at the city surrounded by bricks and metal pipes, a smile playing on her lips.

Nighttime is her domain; no matter what kind of woman she is, she will eventually fall at her feet.

So all those preliminary work sheets were just empty shells, beautiful packaging. Saint Karina simply waited quietly in her room until 9:56 p.m., then took a breath of cool air by the automatic lift terrace to get herself into the best state.

Now that she is a public relations professional, she must present the most perfect image of a public relations professional when facing guests.

The fine wines at this "tavern" are by no means inferior to those of the street prostitutes or women of lower beauty, after all, this club focuses on high-end consumption.

Although everyone's profession involves selling their looks to some extent to please women and earn a living, there are still fundamental differences. Every fine wine should have its own value; they are multifaceted, they are confidantes to their customers, and they don't just exist to satisfy some inexplicable impulse in their guests.

The pub's clubhouse was very close to the docks, and it had become a routine for the hostesses to proactively greet guests. The fact that some guests were willing to pay in gold coins per hour to book them for the entire night was beyond description, lacking any other form of extravagance.

Such a person is best off having lots and lots of money, filling themselves with the scent of ink-scented banknotes.

No one complains about having too much money, and no one would turn down money.

Santa Karina had a little time to touch up her makeup before the guest's vehicle arrived. She had wiped off some of her lipstick while drinking milk wine with the manager, leaving her lips a bit less moisturized.

She took out a makeup mirror from her handbag and cleaned up the missing parts.

The woman in the mirror had a delicate face, with thin, luscious red lips, snow-white, flawless skin, and captivating, sea-blue eyes that shimmered with tenderness and charm, truly mesmerizing.

"Honestly, I'm starting to love myself. A woman as perfect as me is such a lucky break for the last guest tonight."

Saint Karina put away her makeup mirror, worried that she might become so engrossed in her own beauty that she couldn't extricate herself.

As the clock struck ten, a dull "thump-thump" echoed over Partington, and a griffin carriage, pulled by several griffins, came to a stop in the landing area.

When making a reservation, the guest indicated that they would like to wear a golden cherry blossom badge on their left chest. This badge was specially made by an artisan, and there is only one of its kind in the entire Lorian Empire.

She recognized her client for the night among the many guests—a girl wearing a black hooded cape, with long silver hair tied in a single ponytail and pale gold eyes.

Black flat leather shoes were faintly visible under the cloak; the style was simple yet high-end. Even the cheapest pair from the same brand would cost hundreds of gold coins.

The girl glanced at the pocket watch in her hand; it was exactly 10 p.m.

Santa Karina recognized her.