Pingping glanced at Ali, her eyes rimmed with red.
"Dead?" The middle-aged man called Boss Wang scoffed disdainfully, speaking viciously, "This woman couldn't take much fun, and she's already down. Go get me two more."
"Boss Wang, although the girls often serve men, they're still women, their bodies are delicate, it's hard for them to endure Boss Wang's kind of..."
"Women? Prostitutes can also be called women! They're just men's playthings!" Boss Wang said with extreme contempt. "Hurry up, get me two more. I've got plenty of money, I just want to have fun."
"It's not that Ali doesn't want to find them for you, but at this hour, most girls are out with clients, it's hard to call them back..."
"Can't call them back?!" Boss Wang approached Ali, reeking of tobacco and alcohol, staring hard at her. "Then tonight, you accompany me. In all these years, I've never had an old procuress. Old as you are, it's a change of flavor."
