The what indeed. If the name weren't a dead giveaway, the decor and ...odors should make it more than apparent they were in a brothel.
"Have you never been to a pleasure house...?" he hums, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "The Warm Red Pavilion is one such place."
He watches the stranger - watches how he takes in his surroundings, how he examines the medicinal tea and is, understandably, suspicious. Too many attempts at assurance would probably make him clam right up, and that is hardly conductive to sating the Medicine Seller's boundless curiosity. After all, he's never met a mystery he hasn't felt compelled to compulsively pick at like a bored child with their scabby knees.
"I am a foreign merchant from Dongying enjoying a bit of an overdue vacation," he explains. "Simply put, I am a Medicine Seller."
He inclines his head to the tea. "And that is medicine. ...Free of charge."
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"Have you never been to a pleasure house...?" he hums, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "The Warm Red Pavilion is one such place."
He watches the stranger - watches how he takes in his surroundings, how he examines the medicinal tea and is, understandably, suspicious. Too many attempts at assurance would probably make him clam right up, and that is hardly conductive to sating the Medicine Seller's boundless curiosity. After all, he's never met a mystery he hasn't felt compelled to compulsively pick at like a bored child with their scabby knees.
"I am a foreign merchant from Dongying enjoying a bit of an overdue vacation," he explains. "Simply put, I am a Medicine Seller."
He inclines his head to the tea. "And that is medicine. ...Free of charge."