Although she was a woman in her thirties, Qin Rou was born with a subtly seductive quality that was deeply hidden. Once it was unearthed, it was like extracting marrow from one's bones—the most steadfast resolve would whittle away to nothing. She looked at herself in the dressing mirror; the more she looked, the more flavorsome she appeared, the more charm she emanated. Out of nowhere, a surge of energy came over her, and she bent down to open a secret compartment in her wardrobe. She pulled out a pair of crotchless silk stockings, still sealed in their packaging. A quiver ran through her heart as she slipped them on along with her high heels. She glanced at her underwear and simply decided to don a dress over the top, tossing her lingerie aside before leaving the room.