The moment we stepped inside, the air changed, thicker, warmer, heavy with the scent of incense, perfume, and something sweeter, more carnal. Soft red and golden lantern light bathed the large main room. Rich velvet drapes hung from the walls, and plush couches and low tables were scattered throughout, occupied by patrons in various states of undress. Men and a few women lounged with drinks in hand, laughing, whispering, touching.
Every woman working here was dressed to entice. Some wore barely-there silk slips that clung to their curves, nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Others had on even less; lacy corsets that pushed their breasts up invitingly, short skirts that barely covered their asses, or nothing but strategically placed jewelry and sheer veils. A few were half-nude, breasts fully exposed, moving confidently between patrons with sultry smiles and swaying hips.
