It was around 11 p.m., and Huang Lin was tidying up to close his bar when a glamorous woman stormed in, her elegant attire clashing with the fury on her face. She demanded a drink, slamming her purse on the counter. “Make it strong. I want to get wasted tonight,” she snapped, ranting about her messed-up family. Huang Lin, unfazed, brought out three of his finest whiskeys. She took one sip, wrinkled her nose, and shoved the glass back. “Tastes like shit. Bill me, I’m out.”

She fumbled through her wallet, swiping card after card—each one declined, locked by some unseen force. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she muttered, “This can’t be happening.” Huang Lin leaned in, smirking, his eyes glinting with mischief. “No cash, no cards? Guess you’ll have to pay another way.” He nodded toward her curves, his voice low and suggestive. “Your body’s worth more than any drink here.”

She glared, but the desperation in her eyes betrayed her. After a tense pause, she huffed, “Fine, but make it quick.” Huang Lin locked the door, the bar’s dim lights casting shadows as the night took a wild, filthy turn.