"I told you this is a brothel!" Ferne pulled Noah and wanted to leave.
Then, a manager-looking man walked out and greeted them. "Welcome! Please come in."
The interior of the house was brightly decorated. It resembled a bar in some ways. There was a singer singing a cheerful foreign tune on the stage. Among more than 20 tables in the hall, four to five of them were already occupied by some guests, who were eating, drinking, and chatting.
They were led to the center of the hall, where there was a long table big enough for 20 people. Then, the waiters shuttled over to pour tea and get the menu for them.
Janessa took the menu and gave it to Armando, "Order."
Janessa looked around. When she saw the man singing on the stage, the man winked at her.
When Janessa was a tour guide, she had experienced a lot of local customs and had seen too many handsome and elegant men. The man singing on the stage was good-looking, but not good enough to attract her.