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Is this guy some kind of freak? The moment he walked through the door, the atmosphere turned instantly eerie. Everyone started to speculate discreetly about his identity. First of all, they weren't worried about him being a journalist. No journalist would waste their time in a small salon like this. Secondly, it was unlikely he was a police officer. Law enforcement usually conducted their operations in large packs, like deploying thousands of officers in a massive sweep that would often capture dozens of wayward women in one night.
Thus, having ruled out the two most troublesome possibilities, there was much less to be apprehensive about. Whoever he was, they'd treat him like a customer and worry about the details later.
After a short pause, a salon girl with sizeable thighs and black stockings couldn't restrain herself and sauntered over, asking sweetly, "Sir, would you like a wash or a massage?"
