The Street of Wind and Moon was a riot of color, filled with slowly swaying waists.
But upon closer inspection, they were painted skeletons, bewildering and enchanting all the same.
An endless scent of rouge, an endless sight of beautiful waists—it was truly a man's dreamland.
Singing and dancing were the most common sights here.
"The things you get for free," Shen Bai said, "are always the most expensive."
When Shen Bai said this, the light-gowned woman froze on the spot.
They were neither living people nor aberrations, but rather manifestations of the Mysterious City's rules—something akin to segments of a program, acting according to specific patterns.
The light-gowned woman had anticipated two possible answers from a customer—to come in, or not to come in.
In fact, even for those who came here, entered a room, and closed the door, it was still a matter of going through with it or not.
Or perhaps, going in and out.
