Xiao Zai was so startled by Chu Yun's sudden, and loud, presence at his side, that it took him some time to make sense of his angry accusation.
"A brothel?" he echoed.
It was only then that he took in his surroundings.
The tearoom was filled with the scent of perfumed flowers, a crisp counterpoint to the sweet, fruity scent of the omega waiters -- which, Xiao Zai was now realising, weren't waiters at all, -- this combined with the sumptuous decoration in deep red tones, and the three beautiful omegas on a little stage in the centre of the room, playing instruments in ways that couldn't be comfortable, but were definitely suggestive, made Xiao Zai realise that what Chu Yun was accusing him of was probably true.
"There are no brothels in Zui," was his only defence.
Chu Yun's refined features went from pinched with indignation to lax with shock in a span of seconds.
