[ Xue Yang leads Shen Qingqiu to a couch on the side, one of the ones not currently otherwise occupied. (Luckily, he isn't thinking about bringing him upstairs to the orgy.) He sits him down, but then Xue Yang doesn't back up too far.
He's never done something like this himself before, but thanks to his varied experiences helping his friend extract Jin Guangshan from brothels, he's seen this sort of thing plenty of times. And Xue Yang is a good study. A coy smile plays across his lips as he starts to move in time with the music. After a few moments he starts to run his fingers along the edges of his robes: along his collar, dipping beneath the edge of his belt, and the like.
It's a good chance to notice his missing finger, if Shen Qingqiu isn't distracted for one reason or another otherwise. ]
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He's never done something like this himself before, but thanks to his varied experiences helping his friend extract Jin Guangshan from brothels, he's seen this sort of thing plenty of times. And Xue Yang is a good study. A coy smile plays across his lips as he starts to move in time with the music. After a few moments he starts to run his fingers along the edges of his robes: along his collar, dipping beneath the edge of his belt, and the like.
It's a good chance to notice his missing finger, if Shen Qingqiu isn't distracted for one reason or another otherwise. ]