It never occurred to Setsura that they could be tricking her. While she knew that they were members of the mafia, she isn't the type to discriminate based on that alone. Still, she wonders what the story is with Yang. He differs completely from all the other men here. Then again, it's not like she has seen much of anybody else.
Yang reentered the room. Unlike earlier, he actually wore some proper now, not just a pair of pants. He now wore that same forest green qipao from the other day. "Setsura, do you want a bath? We have a spare one; the other guys don't use it."
"Is that alright?" she wondered. The past three days, it was difficult taking a bath with the current situation. At first, she was too afraid to walk down the hallways, afraid that somebody would randomly attack her. But, after some time had passed, Setsura gradually became calmer. It still frightened her. However, she knew Yang would be there for her.
"Go ahead; the water is warm already."
