After coming to this world, it was the first time he had entered such a place.
"Young Master, please come in."
Stopping at the entrance for barely two breaths' time, Chen Sansi was surrounded by two hostesses and ushered inside. Contrary to his expectations, inside the high-class brothel it wasn't just about being flanked by beauty and mired in drunken debauchery; there were also numerous artistic performances, especially involving various musical instruments. The music alone was enough to reveal the high skill level—something that couldn't be achieved without ten to eight years of hard practice. Moreover, the many literati who were reciting poetry and engaging in verbal duels represented a blend of vulgarity and elegance, no wonder tales of romances and rivalries between scholars and brothel women often came out of the Capital City.
"Young Master."
An old madam respectfully asked, "Are you here to look for someone or is this your first visit?"
"My first visit."