"A whore who sleeps with a thousand men and rides with ten thousand men, dares to talk to me about respect and dignity?"

"Fuck, shameless piece of shit."

The man casually threw it, and the bottle of wine worth thousands of yuan shattered on the ground.

The loud shattering sound, in this noisy and dim environment, couldn't even raise a single ripple.

The red liquid overflowing from the bottle slowly flowed across the messy table, calm as if it was stating that this was just the norm.

I am a waitress at this bar. It's chaotic and complicated here, not a good choice for work.

I didn't want to do it, but I had no other choice.

I need money.

This job is the only one that allows me to work part-time at night and earn a decent income.

Originally, I thought I would only be selling and accompanying with alcohol.

The manager also said that even if there are difficult customers, as long as I insist on not wanting to, no one can force me.

Later, I realized that this place is really not that simple.

The phrase "insisting on my own" is easy to say but difficult to do.

Who isn't here out of livelihood? Under the oppression of reality, who can refuse money and power?

Everyone here naturally becomes a persuader and an accomplice.

I've convinced myself as well.

So I can't stay innocent either.

It's still for that reason, I need money, and I don't even know how much is enough.

Tonight, I was feeling unwell and rejected the client's subtle proposal.

But he wouldn't let it go.

When people feel unwell, their temper flares up. I impatiently said, "Please respect my work; I'm just a simple alcohol server."

That person felt humiliated in front of his friends and directly lost his temper, leading to the scene at the beginning.

I don't find the words offensive since I'm used to hearing them here.

Besides, it's the truth. Since I took that step, sometimes I even think of myself that way.

What bothers me the most right now is that bottle of wine. It's worth several thousand yuan, and the manager will deduct it from my pay. Tonight's shift was wasted.

The manager noticed the commotion and quickly came over to mediate, but the man refused to listen and wouldn't give up.

He arrogantly leaned back on the sofa, hands resting on the side, looking at me with arrogance and contempt.

"Two solutions: either kneel down and apologize or serve me for a night."