Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

After tossing and turning in bed for twenty minutes, Mi Ye got out of bed and shuffled downstairs in her leather shoes.

The main lights in the bar weren't on; the afternoon sun slanted in through the windows, casting a small rainbow on the crystal chandelier.

At the bar, Flores, Zimilu, and Korika were sprawled out on the sofa in the booth, each holding a glowing screen and frantically typing on it.

"Korika, just start a team fight already! Are you saving your ultimate for the New Year?!"

The sound of Zimilu was a full octave higher than when she usually mixes drinks.

"It's open! It's open! It's open—Ah, I'm dead!! Sister Flores, save me!!!"

"...There's no way to save any of the treasures."

Flores' voice remained languid, but her fingers moved so fast they were almost invisible.

Miya leaned over and glanced at the screen.

5v5, three lanes, turrets, jungle, equipment shop, summoner spells—isn't this just farming?

The only difference is that all the heroes have been replaced with witch characters, and the skill effects have also been changed to a magical style.

"You guys were playing games and didn't even invite me!!!"

The three of them looked up at the same time.

Korika was the first to show a guilty expression, Zimilu coughed, and only Flores remained unfazed.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to rest?"

"...I'm not sleepy anymore, I want to play too!"

Flores and Zimilu exchanged a glance, then pointed to the sofa opposite them.

"Download 'Magic Showdown', register an account, hurry up, we're about to lose this round, I'll carry you next time."

I downloaded the game at lightning speed, opened the registration page, and then got stuck at the name selection stage.

She originally wanted to call it "Shattered Moon Pillow".

— Already occupied.

"I don't eat cilantro."

— Already occupied.

"Jellyfish head is the best"

— Already occupied.

"Short, light blonde hair."

—It's already in use.

Wow, the witches in this world all have such creative names!

She gritted her teeth and typed a few words randomly in the input box.

[Incredibly domineering, haha!]

Available.

"...Okay, this is it."

She gave her ID to the three people and asked them to search for her and add her as a friend.

Zimi Lu looked down and searched for a moment, then suddenly fell silent, her shoulders trembling.

"...Invincible and domineering, haha?"

Korika buried her face in the cushion and let out a muffled laugh.

Flores stared at the screen for a while, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

"It suits you perfectly."

"Where would this be suitable!"

In the first game, Miya was assigned to the mid lane.

She chose a mage who looked like a fox spirit, glanced at the skill descriptions quickly, and then entered the game.

Then she discovered that the hero's skill animation was twice as long as she had expected.

While she was casting her ultimate ability, she stood still like a target, and the enemy assassin simply tower-dived and killed her.

"What's the mid laner doing? Feeding kills?"

My teammate turned on her mic; it was a little witch whose voice sounded very young.

Mi Ye remained silent.

The second time, she wanted to support the bottom lane, but when she walked into the river, she was ambushed by the enemy jungler, and her screen went gray again.

"Can you stop feeding in the mid lane? If you don't know how to play, just go AFK."

Miya's forehead twitched.

She took a deep breath and turned on the microphone.

"Who are you calling a noob? You got killed in a 2v1 bot lane, and you used Flash to dodge air skills. How dare you criticize me like that?"

The other side remained silent for a very long time.

Mi Ye thought the other party was speechless after being roasted, and was about to turn off the microphone and continue the fight when a strangely excited female voice suddenly came from the microphone.

"...Mom, can you scold me a few more times?"

Miya was stunned.

The entire bar fell silent.

Then Korika rolled right off the sofa, her laughter so shrill it could have shaken the chandelier off its hinges.

Zimi Lu buried her face in her arms, her whole body twitching.

Even Flores lowered her head, covered her mouth with her hand, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Miya opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

What's wrong with the witches in this world?!

"--roll."

She snapped off her microphone and expressionlessly maneuvered her hero back to the mid lane.

The random person on the public chat was still spamming.

Mom, are you still there?

Mom, your voice sounds so nice, Mom.

Please, just one more insult, and that will be enough.

So Miya turned off the public chat as well.

However, she was a MOBA expert in her previous life.

After three games, she had a pretty good grasp of all the heroes' skills and item builds.

He was MVP in the following games.

"Miya, you're too strong!"

Korika was leaning on the sofa armrest, staring at her screen with her eyes practically bulging out.

"You've really never played this game before?!"

"no."

Mi Ye, expressionless, controlled her hero and secured another triple kill.

"But these kinds of games are all pretty much the same."

Zimi Lu glanced silently at her 0-8 record, then at Mi Ye's 12-1 record, picked up her cup, took a sip of water, and began to question her life.

The afternoon passed just like that.

Dinner was made with purple rice porridge. The group had a simple meal of tomato pasta at the bar, accompanied by vegetable salad and toasted bread slices.

Miya ate very attentively, and when she got some ketchup on her lips, Korika smiled and took a tissue to wipe it off for her.

After the meal, the group cleaned up the table together. Flores went behind the bar and turned on the main light, flipping the "Open for Business" sign back to the front. Although they hadn't officially opened yet, it was time to prepare.

It got dark.

The neon lights at the entrance of Nightingale's Nest lit up again, their purple glow flickering in the night.

Footsteps and girls' laughter came from the doorway.

The door was pushed open, and two witches walked in.

The first one was a tall, mature witch with long, dark blue hair that reached her waist. She wore a sharply tailored black dress and had cold, beautiful features.

The second one is a petite witch who seems excessively lively, with short orange hair sticking up by her ears, and two small tiger teeth showing when she smiles.

"Good evening, Sister Flores!"

The short, orange-haired boy skipped and waved, then spotted Miya by the bar.

"Wow! This is the newcomer Korika was talking about?!"

Miya jumped down from the high stool and awkwardly tugged at her skirt.

Flores emerged from behind the bar and placed a hand on Miya's shoulder.

"This is Miya, starting work today. She's a newbie in the hostess team, so please mentor her."

She pointed to the mature woman with long, dark blue hair.

"This is Sylvie, the top performer in the sales team. Most of the customers you met yesterday were her regulars."

Then he pointed to the orange-haired girl with fangs.

"This is Belle, she's in charge of livening up the atmosphere. No matter what kind of gathering she's at, there won't be a dull moment."

Before Miya could respond, Belle and Korika had already flanked her on either side and started greeting her.

Behind her, Sylvie leaned against the bar and nodded slightly to Miya as a greeting.

Zimi Lu wiped the glasses behind the bar, sighing softly to Flores.

"Things are really thriving here."

"alright--"

Flores clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention.

"Miye, go change into your work uniform. Today is your first day on the job, so dress nicely."

Miya was led to the changing room.

Several different styles of work clothes were hanging on the clothes rack, and Belle enthusiastically helped her pick out a small maid outfit.

A black dress paired with a white apron, the hem of which falls just to mid-thigh, white stockings pulled up to below the knee, and a headband.

After changing into the clothes, Miya looked at herself in the mirror and blushed again.

The person in the mirror really looked like a new, well-behaved maid, with her round face and light blonde short hair, making her incredibly attractive.

Korika knocked on the door from outside, urging her on, her voice tinged with barely suppressed laughter.

"Miya, are you ready yet?! Come out and let me see you—!"

Miya took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the changing room.

Outside the door, the other five people were all waiting for her.

Five pairs of eyes all fell on her.

Then, the corners of Flores' mouth slowly turned up.

"Tonight's sales are guaranteed."