As for that one in the prefecture, that was a short-lived establishment—whether they worked for the Fancy Red Pavilion or not, they couldn't expect any favors. They were even flogged to death. They simply had it coming. Could anyone working for the Fancy Red Pavilion not worry about their family and their lives in the end?
About those servitude contracts, heh, the girls at the Fancy Red Pavilion have two from the moment they enter. One is torn up when they buy their freedom, and the other is kept as a threat for future use.
Thinking of the purpose of her visit, Procuress Bai chuckled to herself.
