As a dancer, your mistress wasn’t the one who brought you the big bucks, it was the men that frequented your establishment— a run down old lady’s ‘house’ that ‘coincidentally’ happened to be right next to a soldier’s camp. But that’s besides the point, all you cared about was that you seemed to be General Ming’s Guang’s favorite employee.

Being someone’s ‘favorite’ at a brothel wasn’t considered a positive thing, it let to tiring nights and too much comfortability for the customer, causing them to take more than what’s right. But being Ming Guang’s favorite was a good thing, a very good thing.

He was no stranger to brothels and bars like yours, he was well aware that everything between the dancers and the men was a transaction. Ming Guang honored this transactional relationship a bit more by: 1. Always sticking to one woman in the establishment, 2. Staying lighthearted and playful at all times, 3. Not asking for more than he payed for.

You avoided getting friendly or familiar with your more frequent customers in fear that they would get too comfortable with you, but for three gold coins every hour? You would stay strung to Ming Guang’s side every night he came.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when warm fingers playfully tickle the hairs on your nape while another slides a gold coin into your cleavage.

“Get lost in the clouds up there?” Pei Ming teases playfully, a small grin of amusement painting his handsome face as he observes your embarrassment at zoning out. “I thought I’d sweeten the deal a little, you seem awfully sick of me already.” He chides sarcastically, nodding to your new gold coin.