What kind of place was their shelter, and how could these members not understand?

Trying to act like a virgin while being a whore was clearly unsustainable.

So, facing the impatient teasing of these Survivors, Selene, the Survivor, showed no displeasure at all.

Instead, she greeted them with a smiling face.

Her words naturally ignited the enthusiasm of the crowd present.

"Oh!"

"Little beauty, you said it. If I can’t find you tonight, don’t blame me for reporting it to your boss."

"Brother, even if you want to find someone to vent with, you have to follow the first-come, first-served rule, right?"

"I was the first to mention this to Miss Selene. If there’s any fun to be had, I get to go first. You’ll have to wait."

"Tsk, she didn’t even respond to you. Didn’t you see that Miss Selene responded to me first? What does it have to do with you?"

"I also said I was the first one here, so shouldn’t I be first in the first-come, first-served rule?"

Outside Crimson Desire Shelter, voices buzzed, and a group of people argued back and forth, their faces red with anger.

The only thing they agreed on was the undisguised, scrutinizing gaze in each person’s eyes, fixed on Selene.

Although Crimson Desire Shelter’s methods were a bit wild, their techniques were indeed impressive.

To be able to keep a girl so fresh and curvaceous in the Wasteland was remarkable.

Not to mention that these Survivors, who had often gone hungry for half a month, couldn’t resist the temptation; even on Earth, she would at least meet the standard of a top massage parlor technician.

It’s worth mentioning that despite these Survivors looking rather lewd, their clothes were surprisingly clean and tidy.

Crimson Desire Shelter’s auction this time was aimed at attracting some of the more famous and powerful Survivors in the Wasteland.

This could be seen from their willingness to take time out of their precious safe period to travel a long distance for the appointment.

Even if they all seemed to be flirting and very down-to-earth, there wasn’t a single easy-going survivor among those present.

The lowest rank was the director of a small or medium-sized Shelter.

Sure enough, some impatient Survivors, seeing that they still had to wait for a while, could no longer sit still.

The group he led consisted of ten people, and they all took out their weapons and began brandishing them among the crowd.

"Hey, little girl, your Shelter’s boss really doesn’t understand hospitality."

"We’ve been standing here for half a day, and not only is there no tea, there isn’t even a seat."

"You don’t even have these basic preparations and you won’t let us in. Do you even want to do business?"

Having traveled a long way by invitation, and then having to wait outside the door, they, as powerful Survivors dominating their own territories, had never endured such treatment.

Shouting at Selene outside the door, and pointing at the members still brandishing weapons behind him, this person continued, "Hurry up and open the door. If you keep putting on airs, don’t blame us from Berry Shelter for forcing our way in."

Selene, who had just been calmly handling some ill-intentioned teasing, suddenly panicked at this scene.

She was just one of the more attractive girls in the shelter, with a pretty face and good figure; she had no ability to handle such a situation.

"Sir, our Director said that no one is allowed into the Shelter before 1 PM, and I’m just following orders."

"Please... please don’t make things difficult for Selene."

"Then call your boss out to talk to me. I refuse to believe that any Crimson Desire Shelter could have such a big reputation."

This Survivor clearly didn’t know much about Crimson Desire Shelter, so much so that he didn’t even notice the pitying and disdainful looks from the other Survivors around him.

The fact that these powerful individuals would listen to a young girl already indicated a lot of things.

Unfortunately, this hothead didn’t notice their expressions of watching a good show.

He remained aggressive, and his hands were not idle either. In that short time, he had already started touching Selene, the Survivor, all over her body.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this skin, how do you maintain it? It’s so smooth."

Selene, being groped, looked around nervously, and seeing no other sisters coming to help, she could only slowly retreat.

Just then, the main gate of Crimson Desire Shelter finally opened a crack.

To their surprise, even before they could clearly see the figure inside, a fierce attack had already landed.

With a dazzling white light, a blade sliced through the air and struck down.

"Swish!"

When everyone looked at the arrogant Survivor again, his arm had already been severed from his shoulder.

The wound was clean and smooth, showing that the attacker had cut off this thick arm with almost no effort.

Logically speaking, they and the Survivor whose arm was severed were all invited guests, so they should be angry that someone from Crimson Desire Shelter had cut off an arm.

But strangely, not only did no one present an object, but instead, a series of dense applause erupted from the crowd.

"Good!"

"Well cut!"

"Director Lilith, you haven’t changed a bit since we last met!"

"Exactly, Director Lilith! I’ve been annoyed with that little bastard for a long time. He has no real strength but doesn’t know how to be modest. You’ve really made me feel better!"

Lilith first gave a cold glance at the few troublemaking Survivors, and then a group of Survivors quickly appeared from inside the door behind her.

They swiftly and efficiently drove out the previously arrogant troublemakers.

After settling Selene, she turned to the crowd with a charming smile.

"Hehe, honorable guests, you jest. Everyone here is either to support us or to have fun."

"It was our Shelter’s oversight not to have tea ready, which upset the guests."

"When the auction begins, each guest can receive a common crystal as compensation from us. I hope all of you can forgive our lack of hospitality."

Although the people outside didn’t lack this one crystal, they were exceptionally polite.

"Director Lilith is generous!"

Throughout, no one present mentioned the matter of the Berry Shelter Director’s arm being severed on the spot.

This was because Survivors who had visited Crimson Desire Shelter to have fun all knew about an unwritten rule.

That is, it’s fine for guests to have fun inside, but forcing the girls there to do things they don’t want to is prohibited in the Shelter.

Even though everyone present held unusual positions, they would consciously abide by this.

Don’t let this Shelter seem like just a brothel in the Wasteland; in reality, because of the inherent nature of a brothel, Crimson Desire Shelter could easily collude with powerful forces across the Wasteland.

It can be said that, in fact, the background forces of ninety-nine percent of the Survivors present were insignificant.

This was also why Crimson Desire Shelter could hold an auction; with the support of the forces behind them, this auction could proceed.

The previous Selene had already been called back to the Shelter, and to prevent any further trouble during this period, Director Lilith herself took over the work of maintaining order.

"Esteemed guests, please wait a little longer, the auction is about to begin."

"This is the first Wasteland auction hosted by my Crimson Desire Shelter, and the items for sale will absolutely satisfy all of you."

"Furthermore, honored guests who win items during the auction will also receive a free dinner of one meat and two vegetable dishes at our Shelter!"

A wave of cheers and excitement erupted from the crowd once more.

Don’t let these words sound easy; little do they know how difficult it is to achieve a dinner with one meat and two vegetable dishes under current circumstances.

Perhaps for most of these people, being well-fed and clothed is not an issue, but to eat meat, aside from a few lucky Survivors who found some meat resources...

Just this one meal is enough for some Shelters to trade their slaves for it.

The other Survivors don’t even need to think about it, let alone have it provided for free.

Looking at the still-growing number of Survivors in front of her, Director Lilith subtly glanced at the time again.

"Fifteen more minutes," she mumbled, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

As a woman, Director Lilith’s ability to develop her forces to this extent clearly demonstrated her exceptional capability.

Although her methods were a bit unconventional, she definitely belonged to the group of people who had established a firm foothold in the region.

The purpose of holding the auction was to meet more powerful Survivors from various factions.

The Survivors invited here now were indeed decent, but still lacked a certain something.

At least among the people she knew, there were many more powerful Survivors than these.

Coincidentally, Vikram was one of them.

"I wonder if he will actually come?"

Indeed, in Director Lilith’s eyes, Vikram was undoubtedly among the top tier.

Thanks to the operations of her Shelter, she had a good understanding of almost all the powerful Survivors in the surrounding area.

If she wanted to, she could even list out the details of these Shelters one by one.

However, regarding Vikram’s Shelter, no matter how many people she sent to inquire, besides learning that he once had a conflict with Savage Wolf Shelter, the rest of the information seemed to be obscured by a layer of fog.

Ever since discovering Vikram, as an information-gathering enthusiast, she had secretly joined countless group members.

She spent a great deal of effort to extract some information from the old members of the group.

However, the more she inquired, the more Director Lilith’s heart pounded with trepidation.

Especially after some members learned that Vikram had never lacked food or water from beginning to end, and that his Shelter had most likely already had electricity during the extreme cold period.

Director Lilith was completely stunned after hearing this.

Currently, most Survivor Shelters that have electricity rely on new resources that appeared in the Wasteland World to achieve it.

But what did it mean for him to have electricity before that?

It meant that while other Survivors were still diligently chopping trees and digging stones, Vikram was already living the life they now had.

The key was that such a figure, his Shelter, had never appeared on the Wasteland.

As a result, she still hadn’t found out the name of his Shelter, which was simply inconceivable.

"How could such a thing be possible?"

"What other secrets are there in the Wasteland World that I don’t know about?"

Director Lilith bit her lip, her expression grave as she furrowed her brows.