Aunt Hong walked over and waved her hand, signaling the staff to move away.
"Young Master, do my girls not catch your fancy?"
Zheng Qing curled his lips: "Should I call you Aunt Hong, or should I just call you a madam of a brothel?"
The more accurate term would be a pimp.
Zheng Qing found it revolting even just to glance at her.
Aunt Hong was taken aback, then started to laugh: "Young Master, are you joking with me? This is a nightclub, not a charity."
"Look at the men here, which one isn't mad about them. They enjoy the thrill of being pursued and even more so, the pleasure of conquering men. Young Master, if you fancy anyone, I can arrange for her to accompany you tonight. Being chosen by you would be her good fortune."
Zheng Qing cleared his ears: "Fine, I fancy the girl at table ten, she's the one."
Aunt Hong raised her eyebrows: "Young Master has good taste. I'll have Yueyue prepare herself to accompany you tonight."
"May I know your honorific?"
