Madam Hong’s Ploy. A Booth

There was a scowling old woman who was plump and wrinkly sitting by a decorated low table beside the dancefloor. A meek middle-aged man was seated across her and they looked like they were discussing something.

It was obvious that the old woman was obviously higher in status than the fidgeting middle-aged man.

Since the pretty girl with a hot figure was twisting and swaying her body passionately on the dancefloor, presenting her exposed body to the men before her, it caused them to scream and cheer.

The noise on the dancefloor and the cheering from the men allowed the old woman and the meek middle-aged man who were hidden at the corner to fearlessly and loudly talk about a less than appropriate topic.

The middle-aged man glanced at the old woman timidly and wanted to break the silence first, speaking up, "Madam Hong, you—"