The rainy night was misty, and the April air remained slightly cool.
In the resplendent private room, the young ladies and gentlemen lined up—one might ask, who are the prostitutes? Who are the clients?—here at Phoenix Platform, everyone was well aware.
Some men in the world take delight in the company of women, just as some delight in the company of men.
Jiang Muwan had just pushed the door open when she saw officials, who appeared respectable during the day, now were ogling the beauties with greedy eyes, their gazes sweeping over them back and forth.
Upon her arrival, they jeered, bidding her to choose one.
Jiang Muwan carelessly pointed to a gentleman, not really looking at his appearance, and directly took a seat to the side.
Eating, drinking, and merrymaking might seem simple, but in truth, there was an underlying complexity.
The women of Phoenix Platform provided services; most behaved unrestrainedly as the situation demanded.
