Only Xia Tingfeng and the girl remained in the room.
The girl's name was Hong Cui. Her appearance was barely acceptable; it was her makeup and clothes that were, in two words, "garishly tacky!" She wore a bright red jacket over vibrant green skirts, her face caked with thick powder.
The scent of the powder alone was almost too much for Xia Tingfeng to bear. He furrowed his brows and leaned back.
Hong Cui was an old hand in the pleasure quarters. She had served countless men, though most were ordinary: traveling merchants who roamed north and south, small traders, and even common porters. A multitude of all shapes and colors. Perhaps no one in the entire Bai Fang Pavilion was more experienced than her. It had to be said, the madam had a good eye for choosing her staff.
