If Miss Succubus had not shown him the way, Zhang Heng figured it would have been difficult for him to find this place on his own.
From the outside, the building in the mountains had no sign or marker whatsoever. It looked rather mysterious, making it hard to tell what went on inside. However, Zhang Heng noticed quite a few luxury cars parked in the small lot outside, mainly Mercedes-Benzes, Audis, and Porsches.
Zhang Heng parked his Polo beside a white Macan with a fine floral pattern and got out.
Miss Succubus followed close behind and stretched lazily. "Do you never rest? You had to rush over in the middle of the night, so I couldn't sleep either. An irregular schedule is a beautiful woman's worst enemy."
"But don't you usually work at night?" Zhang Heng asked as he shut the car door.
"It's not as troublesome as you think. For ordinary clients, once we take their money, we just send them a customized erotic dream," Miss Succubus said with a yawn. "Of course, they don't know that themselves. As for us, we can do whatever we want. I usually use this time to catch up on sleep."
"Isn't that fraudulent service? Don't you get complaints?"
"One of the perks of this line of work is that we aren't regulated by the consumer association."
As they spoke, the two arrived at the entrance of the building.
Although it was five in the morning, the lobby was still lit. After they pressed the doorbell, an Egyptian woman approached them. She wore a straight, tube-shaped gown that fell from her chest to her ankles, with jeweled bracelets on her wrists.
Zhang Heng gave Miss Succubus a look, asking whether the newcomer was Isis. Miss Succubus shook her head.
"Honored guests, may I