"Here I am, boss. Huh?” announced a beautiful older woman in a beautiful red, tight, provocative dress. She had long blonde hair and her beautiful face was covered in makeup.

  “Henry? What does this mean? Why do you have a naked woman tied up in your office? What were you guys doing here?” Anna bombarded the young man in the suit with questions.

  “Come on, Anna. I don’t know what you think we were doing here. But I can tell you that’s not the case.” He answered her quickly.

  “Well, I’m listening. What’s going on?”

  “These two found her down in the warehouse and we’re trying to figure out who she is and what she was doing there.” The boss crified the situation.

  “Hmm, show me her?” Anna announced and walked in front of me. She then looked me all over. “You could have at least covered her up. She shouldn’t be sitting here naked.”

  “That’s why we called you. Could we find something for her?”

  “She has the perfect figure. We’ll definitely find something for her." Anna smiled. "Frank, go to the back, find Sofia, and have her give you a spare dress. She’ll know which one. And you big boy, go with him.”

  "Yes ma'am. Come, Jack." When they both left the room it was just the three of us left.

  “Well? What do you think of her?” the boss asked.

  “She’s definitely not one of my girls.” Answered Anna.

  “Yes, I figured that out without you.”

  “Isn’t she one of your girls by any chance?”

  “Seriously? What’s up with all of you? I would remember someone like that.”

  “Hehe…I’m just asking.” Anna ughed. “So girl, who are you? And what are you doing here?”

  I looked into her eyes and couldn’t answer her question. “I don’t know.”

  “Hmm…so charming. How did you get here?”

  “I don’t know.” I answered.

  “Anna, please. We asked her that already. She either doesn’t know anything or she doesn’t want to say it.”

  “So why did you call me here? Just because of the clothes?”

  “Well, practically yes.” He said, not daring to look her in the eye.

  “Seriously?” Anna asked angrily. “Am I just some whore you call if you want something?”

  “Well…” The boss wanted to answer, but he was quickly stopped.

  “Don’t answer, you know how I meant it. God, you men take everything literally.” Anna growled angrily. “So what are you pnning to do with her now?” We both looked at him expectantly.

  “Well, I just wanted to send her away.”

  “Send her away? If I hadn’t convinced him, he would have thrown me out like I am now.” I quickly stepped in.

  “Henry?! Are you insane? To just throw a young woman naked out on the street?”

  “Come on. That's not fair. We've already solved the clothing problem.”

  “Henry, come on." Anna started to think. "Why couldn't she stay with us? With the girls.”

  “How can you just invite her without knowing who she is? She could be some kind of murderer or she could be set up by someone as a spy. Maybe she could even be a cop.”

  "Cop? We both know that that's very unlikely." She defended me while they both looked at me. He had a suspicious look, and she had a bit of empathy.

  “You really don't know how you got here and who you are?” She asked me in a serious tone.

  “As I've said several times. I don't know how I got here or who I really am.” I answered truthfully.

  “I trust her.” Anna said firmly.

  “Really? Just like that?”

  “Take it as a woman's intuition.”

  “Fine, but if anything happens, it's on you.” He threatened and took a knife from the table behind him and handed it to Anna.

  “I can live with that.” She took the knife and cut the pstic tape that had tied my hands and feet to the chair.

  “So my dear, you are free. How do you feel?” Anna asked me directly.

  “Not particurly bad, to be honest.” I replied.

  My feelings from our entire conversation and interrogation were unchanged. I was rather disappointed that it was over. I don’t know why, but I found it amusing to watch their arguments, their mixed facial expressions, and the fact that I was the center of it.

  Shortly after, someone knocked on the door and when it opened, our two acquaintances stood there. The bigger one, Jack, was holding a purple dress in his hands. While the smaller one, Frank, was holding a shoe box.

  “Finally. I thought I would have to go find you two. What took you so long?” Anna asked angrily.

  “Well, you know, madam, we came to Sofia and asked for the dress as you said. But when she gave it to us, this idiot started protesting that the dress was not suitable for a woman of her beauty, so we chose this one.” Frank also said angrily.

  “It suits her eyes.” Jack said quietly and a bit embarrassed.

  And I just smiled. I experienced that feeling of fun and excitement again. I couldn’t understand the feeling, but it was wonderful.

  “Well, it doesn’t matter now. Here you go, dear, put it on.” And she handed me the dress. I quickly threw it over my head and got dressed. At first, the dress was a little bigger than my body, but soon it seemed to shrink so that it fit my figure perfectly and emphasized my perfect proportions.

  “Beautiful. I was afraid it would be big for you, but from what I see, it is perfect, like you, dear.” Then she handed me a pair of high-heeled bck shoes. With them on, I would look just like a prostitute. But I liked it for some reason.

  I put them on and they seemed to adjust to the size of my foot again. And it began to dawn on me that this was probably caused by my new body with its so-called abilities. I just hoped that those abilities wouldn't just be for dressing.

  "Well, when you're done dressing, come follow me." Anna told me as she headed for the door

  So I followed her. Before I came out of the room, I turned and looked at three men standing there with a frozen and stupid expression.

  “Thank you, boys, I really enjoyed it. Bye. ” I waved them and continued after Anna.

  We walked through a short corridor, at the end of which was the door that, when Anna opened, we entered the big hall. It was empty, and in the middle of which was a dance floor, and near the wall was a bar behind which was a wall full of alcohol.

  "Wait on me there, and I'll get back in a moment." Anna pointed to the bar stool.

  So she left me and I just got closer to the chair and sat on it. I looked around for a while. It looked like a normal dance club with a ser show, a stage for a DJ, and a Bar. Nothing seemed to me that this was another world. The only thing that was different was the alcohol brands. I didn't know any. But it could also be because I don't remember much of my past life.

  What actually happened? I was thinking in my mind. I died and appeared in hell. How long have I been there actually? Months, years, decades? And all this time I had to suffer that never ending…pain… The pain is gone. A big smile appeared on my face. All the time I was here, I didn't realize that I no longer felt that cursed pain.

  “Oh…” The voice pulled me out of my mind. "I didn't know I had a customer."

  The person came out from the back with a box full of bottles. He was a man around thirty in a beautiful white suit with a bck bow tie. He had a shaved head and a big beard. He looked like a typical bartender.

  "You look happy, may I offer you something?" He asked me.

  “I don't know. I have no money.”

  “You are new here? Do you work for Anna? ”

  "I… I guess I am." I replied a little confused.

  "If you work here, the drinks are on us." Announced with a smile on his face. “Well, so? What will I give you? ”

  “I don't know. Surprised me.” I smiled.

  "Well, only one drink is suitable for someone so pretty as you." He said while he started preparing it. "I created it myself."

  As soon as he said it, he put a gss in front of me that looked like one for a Martini, but instead of olives and clear liquid, there was just a red drink. I took it in my hand, but I hesitated. I remembered the nasty taste of pin water. But it would be inappropriate to reject dink for free. So I put a drink to my mouth and tasted a little.

  “This is amazing. Absolutely delicious. What is it called? ” I praised while I was in astonishment at how I couldn't drink water, but alcohol tasted so well.

  "Thank you. It is the highest honor when someone praises the bartender's own drink." He looked at me enthusiastically.

  "And I called the drink Evelyn."

  “Evelyn you say?” I smiled again. "That's a nice name."