My Most Precious Human

The Diamond Crown Casino was in a 45-story building. The gambling games were placed on two floors, but they were merely a part of the entertainment the Diamond Crown Casino was providing. There was an enormous theatrical part of the building with five stages prepared to accommodate over ten thousand people in the audience seats. The rest of the building was taken by banquet halls, conference rooms, swimming pools, wellness and beauty salons, and, of course, the grand, luxurious hotel. Knowing that it was easy to imagine how much money was running through this place every day. The sum surely had a number of zeros that could make a head spin.

Carla met me right outside the building. The casino's crew for the event took all of the dishes out of Carla's truck. She prepared every dish carefully in advance, putting it all on separate, ready-to-serve plates. All of her appetizers, finger sandwiches, and sweets simply needed to be unwrapped and taken by the waitresses.

After the truck was unloaded, some other employees led Carla, me, and all the other girls to the changing room, where we could put our costumes and prepare for the event. Before going inside, I had assumed that the event would be happening at one of the banquet halls, but strangely, the employees directed us to some corridor behind a massive door that had a top-quality security panel.

Carla didn't seem to mind the fact that we were going to some unknown part of the building. As for me, every red light inside of my brain started flashing. I stayed alert the whole way to our changing room, especially since the corridor we were passing resembled a super-secret facility more with each step.

Finally, we got to the place. The room looked incredibly professional as if we were all supposed to be a part of some spectacle. There were rows of make-up stands with mirrors and lights, and separate hangers for each costume. I would never have imagined that the waitresses would prepare for work in such a place. It was also slightly weird that they paid more attention to our looks than they were concerned with the food or drinks…

"This costume is for you," Carla announced as she handed me a fancy red dress with multiple elements to wear.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to imagine what the whole piece would look like.

"You are going to be the Queen of Hearts! Isn't the fabric great?! And those crystals on the headpiece shine like diamonds!" she called out, elated.

I smiled awkwardly since I didn't want to spoil her mood, but the only thing I saw in that dress was the corset with a deep neckline, and I knew that I would never feel comfortable wearing something like that.

"And… what are you going to wear?" I asked, hoping to delay the moment of putting my dress on.

cute White Rabbit!" Carla giggled,

courageous…"

sang joyfully. "Besides, I like observing

with that?" I

look but don't touch. I will not tolerate any harassment. If any of

faintly chuckled then glanced at my costume again. I have never worn anything this sexy

amazing figure. It's time to reveal some parts of

gave up. I clenched my fists to give myself courage. I put some tiny bits of make-up on my face, then started putting on the clothes. The piece had a short skirt at the front and long at the back. It revealed most of my legs. It was yet another thing that was making me uncomfortable. I took a deep breath and put on the rest of the costume, including the corset, the bolero with a high collar, and a headpiece

jumping up and down, "your make-up is lacking, but those emerald

she finished, I could barely recognize myself in the mirror, but I couldn't say

unwrapped and ready to be served to the guests. The party was about to begin. Carla described all of her dishes, giving us a basic knowledge so that we knew what we were about to serve, then each of us grabbed a tray and

event would be the richest

my knees were shaking before entering the main hall. Once the door opened, my heart

admiring the

and all of it was beautifully lit up by the enormous crystal chandeliers. Once I stopped staring at the walls and ceiling, I looked at the guests. They were all wearing masquerade masks

I felt some peculiarly ominous aura hanging in that hall. Then I glimpsed at Carla. She marched among the guests, wearing a bright smile. I knew that she hoped that our job would turn out perfectly, just like the taste of her dishes. She counted on me as well… I