On the streets of a certain city in the human world, in a KTV box, the lights were dim.
A long-legged beauty wearing a tight-fitting skirt and flaming red lips was leaning on the sofa, spinning a lipstick in her hand. Sitting opposite her was a man in black with a stern face.
The beauty sneered and said, "Just you? Do you know what I pay others for selling dreams?"
She paused and said with a slightly embarrassed tone: "Selling dreams is because my ability is not yet able to make people's wishes come true, so I can only give them a short dream."
The man in black raised his eyebrows: "Sweet dream?"
"To emphasize," she emphasized, "it's a sweet dream."
The man in black sneered: "A sweet dream is just a dream."
The woman suddenly smiled. The smile is a bit strange.
"But," she said, "didn't you notice? The light of my merit has turned into gold."
