"How much is a janitor's job?" Rose's question took Clara by surprise. The girl who was two years younger than Rose looked at her new best friend in surprise. Dirty work as a cleaning service is mostly avoided by young girls, let alone beautiful ones. It's only in television dramas that it exists. "Only about fifteen dollars an hour," Clara replied. Rose thought for a moment, the salary for working late at night was greater than the work in the morning and afternoon she did. This additional work is quite helpful for Rose's needs, although it is still far from paying for the losses that will take some time to pay off. "I think the job suits me better." Clara looked at Rose in surprise. She couldn't believe that her friend was so determined. The lure of a large amount of money didn't just make Rose tempted. The woman seemed to have self-esteem that is difficult to negotiate. "Are you sure, Rose, don't you need a lot of money?" Clara looked at Rose looking for the truth in her words. The girl nodded firmly. Even though she really needs a lot of money, as a mother, even though he's not her biological child, Rose doesn't want the job to ruin Kenzie's image. However, as a woman she also cannot blame Clara's choice. The woman has her own troubles looking after a sick mother-in-law and raising a child, while her husband is away somewhere. "I won't force you, if that's what you think is best." Clara stood up after finishing her makeup. "You could see the inside, if only you changed your mind." "I don't think I would--" "Just follow me." Clara grabbed Rose's hand. Outside the dressing room looks deserted. Rose, who still didn't understand how things worked there, frowned. She followed Clara back to meet Boss' assistant. The girl seemed to explain that she would take Rose to see the situation first before deciding to become a janitor. Rose followed Clara into an elevator that took them to the basement. Something that never crossed his mind. When the elevator doors opened again he was surprised by the look of a different atmosphere. "This is our workplace, elegant isn't it?" Clara walked confidently ahead of Rose. A room with sparkling colorful lights and loud dj music. She saw countless humans with extraordinarily luxurious appearances swaying to the beat. Some of the maids in this area wear a corset that accentuates the chest and shorts that show part of the buttocks. A bunny ear headband adorned the servant girl's head. Rose continued to walk following Clara who led her to a different room. On the other hand, the atmosphere is calmer with pop jazz music playing melodiously. The circle of luxurious sofas shows the class difference from the previous room. She saw countless men and women sitting leisurely. "Don't worry, you don't have to go that far if you don't want to." Clara seemed to understand Rose's thoughts. "In addition to accompanying guests, you can be a cocktail waitress." Rose also saw several women dressed as Clara, accompanying some of the men there. They talk intimately, lean in and even do things they shouldn't, make out. In contrast to the discotheque room, the maid in this room wore a long sleeveless dress with a slit that was limited to the groin. Their appearance and makeup looks much more graceful. The smell of cigars and alcohol filled the room made Rose nauseous. She wasn't sure he could survive to work in this kind of atmosphere. This was the first time in her life that the girl entered a discotheque. Her life has been straight only for school and work. "There's another room for the casino. I never served them there, though I wanted them so badly. We can peek through the bartender's room." Clara grabbed Rose's hand and led her through the bartending room. There he saw countless men and women wearing masks sitting at the gambling table. The funny thing is, even though they have different shapes, the masks there seem to have three colors, copper, silver and gold. Piles of black coins seemed to fill the Black jack table. The atmosphere in the place was cold and the aura felt extremely tense. Rose didn't dare imagine how much money was at stake in that place. "Their identity is strictly kept secret. Not all cocktail waiters also know who they really are. The color of their masks indicates wealth status. Those who wear gold masks, apart from their identity because they often win, also come from rich and influential families." Clara explained. "Being in that room was my dream. You can't imagine how much money would be awarded if one of them won the money," Clara whispered. 'Happy in the suffering of others? I'm not sure that's true,' Rose thought. She suddenly felt one of the men sitting at Black Jack's table staring at him intently. A cold aura instantly blew across Rose's body, when she felt a blue light pierce her skin. Rose quickly pulled herself away from the bartender's door and leaned against the wall of the bar room. Her heart was beating fast without her understanding the reason for the fear that surrounded her right now. 'Is this my hallucination or am I feeling uncomfortable in this horrible place?' Rose thought not understanding. Clara looked at Rose who looked nervous. There were drops of sweat on the girl's forehead, while this dungeon was quite cold. "Are you feeling uncomfortable?" "Clara…" Rose swallowed hard to win over her feelings. "What time do I have to start cleaning?" "Are you sure Rose would do such a job?" "Yeah. I think the job suits me better." said Rose, nodding firmly. Clara didn't want to push. She wants her new friend Rose, who has a burden like her, to be out of debt soon. However, she knows she also understands the risks of this kind of work, we can't always hold on straight. "Okay, I'll take you upstairs and rest there. At twelve o'clock at night you have to start work and pay attention to the cleanliness of the toilet every hour. "Rose, there are only two people working as janitors in each section. Are you sure?" Rose agreed with Clara's words. She realized the work she had taken could take her up to seven in the morning. The girl thought of nothing else but raising money for her family. In the changing room Rose lay down. Closing her eyes trying to get some rest after sending the news to Dulce.