A man with a face full of pockmarks leaned in, rubbing his hands excitedly and staring up at Fang Zhou's clear face, "Little brother, what type are you into?"
"I'll listen to my elder brother," Yang Xiao had instructed him to speak less and listen more. Questions like this were better left to Yang Xiao, and besides, this was just going through the motions.
"We have a clean and tidy one, little brother, come with me and I guarantee you'll be satisfied!" one man recommended.
"The younger ones won't do, this is a youth's first time; it needs to be with someone older. Older ones cool the fire, know their limits, and will take care of you," another man grabbed Fang Zhou's hand and started to drag him inside.
The men began arguing with each other, but Yang Xiao interrupted them and looked at one of them, who was red-faced from the dispute—this was Yang Xiao's target, the very man he had followed here, "Your place then, how much silver?"