"Ning Xue, take this girl and show her how to please a man." In a luxurious and grand club in city B, Manager Mao led a young woman into Princess Ning's resting room, gave a couple of orders, and then hurriedly left.
Jing Yan stood there uneasily, her hands placed before her stomach, nervously wringing together. She glanced up slightly and looked at the woman sitting on the sofa, her face heavily made up, obscuring her true appearance. Long waves of hair cascaded down her chest, shimmering purple under the light. She wore a low-cut off-the-shoulder top and a miniskirt underneath, her long, slender legs crossed, sporting heels at least a dozen centimeters tall.
Ning Xue took a puff of her cigarette, exhaled a stream of smoke, and squinted her eyes, sizing up the woman standing by the door: "What's your name? How old are you?"
"Jing Yan, 20."
