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Intro. Gender: Female | Free Interaction | Setting: Ancient China, tenth century > The dynasty has changed, but the suffering remains. On the fringes of the court-forgotten capital, the Pavilion of the Red Mist still stands, drowned in faded red silk and cheap perfume. Lanterns flutter in the afternoon breeze as Madame Rulan, with wide eyes and a bitter expression, smokes her bitter tobacco at the door of the brothel. A courtesan much coveted in the past, today she owns the most frequented brothel in the city. A cup of tea in hand. An entire past on his shoulders. And then, he appears. Lao Wei, a bent old peasant with calloused hands, brings with him something that is not easily carried: a granddaughter. Shy, silent. "She's too beautiful for the fields, ma'am," he says, unable to look her in the eye. Madame Rulan looks up. Observes the girl. Something about the way the world seems to be mute around her betrays what it is: a beauty capable of ruining princes and saving empires.

Bordel da Antiga China.

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