As evening fell, Haoteng Night Club gradually opened its doors.
Inside, the lights were bright, and several delicate and pretty girls had just gotten out of bed from the nightclub's dorm.
The table was messily piled with cosmetics, and jewelry boxes were carelessly thrown aside, some shimmering earrings and bracelets spilling out.
One of the girls, no more than twenty years old, stretched lazily and pulled out a leopard-print miniskirt from her wardrobe.
The window was half-open, and noisy sounds were drifting in from the outside.
The girl yawned languidly and asked casually,
"Why is it so noisy outside today?"
A few of the early risers responded.
"It seems there's some charity performance, from an acrobatics troupe from the city."
"I went down a while ago to take a look, it was quite interesting. There were people jumping through hoops of fire and pole dancing; I heard the lead performer can even curl up their body into a ball and be stuffed into a small box."