The Power Enthusiast

MINERVO 74:500 Million

Paul, along with Naomi and Cherry, are in a cafe. They sat round on a table located in the middle of the room. The atmosphere of the cafe was quite calm, although each table was filled with customers, but they all looked calm and relaxed, in talking and enjoying food and drinks, as if in a library.

"So?" Naomi started the conversation, to break the silence that had been created a few minutes ago after the three of them sat inside this cafe. Naomi stared at Paul who looked busy with her smartphone. "Have you contacted him?"

"Not yet!" paul replied quickly, without taking his eyes off the screen, looking serious.

"Eeeeh!? How not yet, anyway!? When to call Isabella, then!? Cherry wants a quick meet with Isabella!" Cherry puffed her cheeks again like a balloon, which meant that she was showing an angry and disappointed face. However, a second later, Cherry's face became cheerful again. "Other than that! Let's order something here! If we just sit around! The waiters at this cafe are going to kick us out, looooooh!? Yuk! Order something! Paul's! Naomi!?"

Cherry turned to the face of Paul and Naomi who were sitting around her chair, about to invite them to order food or drinks in this cafe so that their existence can benefit the cafe.

"Order as you like! I'm busy!" exclaim Paul with eyes that are still focused on the phone screen. "But don't order expensive!"

Then, Cherry picked up the menu book lying on the table they were sitting on, opening it, and Cherry and Naomi were surprised, because of the food and drink images on each page of the book, it looked tempting, but after they glanced at the price column, their shock grew even greater. All the prices from the pictures of those delicious foods and drinks, were very expensive. Eventually the two girls agreed to order something cheap.

After waiting for a few minutes, the order they were waiting for finally arrived delivered by a chubby female servant, with a glittering iron tray. After the orders were placed on the table, the fat waiter smiled and bowed, leaving in front of them to return to work. Cherry and Naomi were happy to see the order they had chosen was already on the table. When Paul glanced for a moment from the screen of his phone, to see what Naomi and Cherry ordered, he was immediately shocked, because the two girls turned out to only order three glasses of ice cream parfait, the taste variants are chocolate, pineapple, and strawberry.

"You just ordered a parfait, only!? But why the amount of three glasses!? I told you, I'm busy! I don't have time to eat parfait!" While saying that, Paul took a chocolate-flavored parfait and directly devoured it ferociously. "It's cold! Goddamn bum!" paul said after putting a spoonful of chocolate parfait into his throat.

Cherry and Naomi, looking at each other, while putting on a face of astonishment to see Paul's behavior that contradicts his words. But they do not bother him, and immediately take a parfait of their respective choices to eat. Naomi took a glass of pineapple-flavored parfait, while Cherry took a glass of strawberry-flavored parfait. Until finally, they ate their parfait with excitement. Although the price is fairly cheap from other foods and drinks on the menu list, but it tastes very delicious and refreshing.

"I'll call him right away!" paul exclaimed suddenly, making Naomi and Cherry flinch. "I'll pretend to hire Isabella to be my bedmate overnight!"

Naomi immediately chimed in on Paul, "Sorry, but isn't Isabella a high-class prostitute?" Naomi knitted her brows. "That means, if you intend to hire a prostitute who is very high in popularity like Isabella, then the way of payment will be more complicated. Unlike the anchovy class prostitutes who can be paid in person, maybe for a big class like Isabella, you have to pay from the beginning, before Isabella does her job, through a transfer."

"No problem! I can handle it!" paul said arrogantly in front of Naomi and Cherry. "Then, let's call the guy now!" Without the ba-bi-bu again, Paul immediately pressed the green button to call the phone number listed in Isabella's profile, precisely in the rose-symbol prostitution application.

There was a female voice from Paul's cell phone that was now being placed on the table, so that Cherry and Naomi could hear it clearly. Is that Isabella's voice? It turned out that her voice was like a woman in her thirties, completely sounding grown-up. Paul, Cherry, and Naomi were quite shocked.

"Yes, I'm Paul" Paul replied to Isabella's question, in a calm tone. "Hahhhh," Paul tried to practice the voices of lonely, striped men. "It's been a bad week, from Monday to yesterday, I've always been hit by misfortune, I really need something fun. So, may I ask you to massage the bones of my back? I'm really exhausted, Isabella."

Cherry and Naomi giggled, holding back laughter at Paul's words that sounded exactly like the striped men, not expecting that it turned out that their mentor was very good at acting. Paul remains focused on animating his character as a striped-nose man, even though Cherry and Naomi are laughing at him.

"Before that, let me get it straight, first" Isabella said with a rather serious tone. "I'm not Isabella Melvana" Sontak, Paul, Naomi, and Cherry, were shocked at the same time. It was fitting that her voice was like that of a grown woman, but it was not Isabella's. Because from the photo alone on the rose application, Isabella looks like a teenage girl, still very young and fresh. If it wasn't Isabella, who was it? Why is her phone number listed on Isabella's profile? "I am Gina Orcadelia, a famous musician in Luna City, who has worked with many beautiful girls from various cities to satisfy the desires of the men in Luna City, and Isabella Melvana is one of my patron girls who has achieved great success in her work."

"From what's that?" Chirps, Cherry instead voiced, out of curiosity at the foreign-sounding name.

"Eh?" Gina was shocked after hearing Cherry's voice. "Whose voice is that? Little girl? Is that your Princess?"

"A-ah!" Paul so excited, in his heart, he was really upset at Cherry who had made the mood worse. "Yes! You right! It's just my daughter! He's five years old! Doesn't matter! He wouldn't complain to his mother despite hearing this conversation, so just ignore it! Madam!"

"Is that? All right," said Gina, although there was still a tinge of unrest in her voice. "We're getting straight to the point, Mr. Paul," Gina's voice began to sound more serious than ever. "As written on the profile, Isabella charges according to her level. You want to take what rate to call Isabella? Don't forget, Isabella isn't a woman. She's been in prostitution for a year and getting success really fast" From her intonation, it seems Gina is testing Paul. "Originally you know, I'm not going to give Isabella to men from the lower classes. On average, all Isabella's customers were elite people, such as nobles or directors of big corporations."

Paul was a little offended to hear that. "Do you think I'm not worthy to hire Isabella just because I'm not from the people you mentioned?"

Gina, it seems, smiled wider from across the phone, after hearing Paul's words that were provoked by his innuendo.

"How long do you want to hire Isabella? An hour? One night? Aweek? A month? Or a year? I can manage it well, that's also if," Gina grinned across the phone. "... You can pay for it."

"500 MILLION!" Paul immediately shouted, making Cherry, Naomi, and Gina who were across the phone, surprised. "I'll hire Isabella one night for 500 million!" Paul's jaws clapped in his annoyance. "You satisfied!? Huh!?"