All eyes were on the girls' performances in the grand hall, where the atmosphere was lively; yet nothing indecent could be seen. After all, those who came here were either wealthy or distinguished, caring much about their reputations.
However, there was one burly man who seemed starkly out of place among the attendees.
He stared with wide eyes fixed on the performing girls, his gaze as if glued to their bodies, and a trace of drool seemed to leak from the corner of his mouth.
The madam of the brothel also noticed the robust man. She furrowed her brows, feeling as if a piece of mouse droppings had suddenly spoiled a fine soup, causing her considerable discomfort.
She called over her enforcers and whispered a few instructions to them. Several strong young men nodded slightly and shifted their gaze towards the burly man who was still intently watching the performance.
