Shi Hao entered the meeting house and before venturing far, he noticed in front of a large building, two maids standing. Upon seeing him approaching, they greeted him with a bow from afar.
He walked over, and one of the maids stepped forward, "May I know the gentleman's name?"
"Shi Hao."
"Young Master Shi, please follow this maid to your seat," the maid led Shi Hao into the building.
"Thank you."
Both maids had gleaming eyes; the young man was exceptionally handsome, making their day worthwhile.
The room was spacious, modeled after a training ground with a ceiling at least two stories high. Chairs were arranged in circles within the room, with a large circle encompassing smaller ones, five in total.
In the center of the circles lay a soft couch with a woman resting upon it, propped up by her right hand on her cheek.
From where Shi Hao stood, he could only see her from behind. But the mere glimpse of her neck, smooth as jade and whiter than snow, brought pleasure to the eye.