The great marble doors of the Eternal Night Mansion's administrative hall opened with a low creak, spilling a faint perfume into the air.
Mo Han stepped inside with Jia Kai, Chi Kai and Fatty Lambu behind him. The hall was large, lined with silk banners and painted murals of pairs of men and women locked in pleasure combat. The incense haze made the place feel like both a temple and a brothel.
At the far end, on a jade dais, sat a plump elder lady with heavy rouge on her cheeks and lips painted the color of ripe cherries. Gold ornaments jingled in her hair with every movement, and her long, claw-like nails tapped against the table as if she owned the time of everyone who entered.
Her eyes swept over the group lazily before settling on Mo Han, widening slightly when she saw the letter he held forward.
"Recommendation letter," Mo Han said calmly, presenting it with both hands.
