News of the Qing Shan, the new mysterious dancer, spread like wildfire through the town.
Mama decided it would be best if we kept up an unpredictable schedule. The guests would only know if I'd be dancing when they got there.
I, however, knew she was doing this to keep me for longer. Nonetheless, her trick worked.
I served guests in a pink veil whenever I wasn't dancing, and appeared in the white one to dance.
Keeping my identity a secret made the guests even more intrigued, even though I did it mostly to keep Shattered Jade House safe.
It never ceased to amaze me how willing people were to throw money into Shattered Jade House, even prior to my decision to dance.
The women were talented and attractive, yes. But to toss taels of silver like they valued nothing at us...
It rubbed me the wrong way. Why did men have the power to do this?
The men couldn't see it, but anger and frustration fuelled my every dance move.
