Time To Be Honest
Qing Chen did not know what to feel when they entered the restaurant. Clearly, the sign by the door said they were open. Surprisingly enough, there really were people dining in small tables at the floor. The whole place smelled old and he felt like it would collapse any second. He expected worse and for it to be dirty. But the floor was clean and it looked like everything get regularly wiped down.
The only sketchy thing about it, was that most of the tables were inside of rooms made out of wall partitions. The general area had tables and chairs. A stage was set, though he was honestly expecting a pole, there was none.
There was something disturbing his gut. There was something wrong in this place.
A slim woman, no more than twenty, by the door asked them, "Private?"
Wuming nodded. "Yeah, send us your best waitress."