Xiang Yu pushed open the door to the shopping centre bathroom, the fluorescent lights flickering as he stepped inside. The air was thick with the antiseptic scent, and the tiled floor gleamed under his cautious steps. He swiftly made his way to the last stall, locking the door behind him with a soft click.
His heart was steady as he placed the brown bag on the small, cold metal hook. With a mix of annoyance and great impatience, he unzipped it. Inside lay a beautiful Han Fu dress, delicately patterned in shades of pink and blue.
The fabric shimmered slightly, reflecting the harsh lights above. Xiang Yu couldn't help but grit his teeth, frustration boiling over. "Pervert!" he yelled softly, his voice echoing slightly against the stall walls.
He had orchestrated this mission meticulously. The city's escort services were notorious for attracting certain types of clients mostly from the nearby research centre.
