Walking into the nightclub, a blast of 16-degree air hit me in the face, causing goosebumps to rise involuntarily on my bare arms.
The deafening electronic music pounded in my ears, the "thump thump" of the heavy metal drum as if striking at the heart.
Colorful lights filled my vision, and the dance floor was already crowded with scantily clad men and women, their heads bobbing to the beat of the music.
Such an atmosphere really could spike your dopamine levels, especially with many ladies in tank tops and revealing cleavages hanging around the standing tables and booths.
At first glance, they all seemed of high quality, each donning tank tops and short skirts, generous and bold, with every move exuding flirtation.
Shen Yuan had frequented nightclubs before, and he knew that the vibe of a bar could be gauged by the quality of the women—Playhouse was indeed fighting above its weight on that front.
