Ryan had the key number 58.

On his way there, he came across dozens of beautiful women, some dressed and some with no dresses whatsoever, some alone and some giving company to rich men.

Ryan was old but not blind. Seeing the nakedness in great proportions bothered him, so he closed his eyes and acted like a blind person.

One of the models thought he was really blind and offered help. She escorted him up to room number 58. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay, sir. I was told to come to this room as well, so I’ll be serving you,” she said.

Ryan opened his eyes.

The way he looked straight at her face, she immediately realized he was blind. “Oh my,” she covered her mouth in pleasant surprise. “You weren’t blind?”

“I wish I was,” Ryan said. “But anyway, you don’t have to enter this room.”

“If I don’t, Josephine ma’am won’t let me get onto the runway,” she worriedly said. She was a golden blonde model with pretty looks. “Moreover, if I want to get paid for this week’s work, I have to listen to her.”

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