Night falls over Modu like ink-soaked velvet, wrapped in a halo of neon that makes the gilded sign of Heaven on Earth shine all the more boldly. The two white marble lions at the entrance lend the place an air of authority. On either side stand two tall, beautiful women in deep-red qipao with subtle patterns, their collars embroidered with tiny pearls. The slits in their skirts reach halfway up their thighs, revealing slender, fair calves above black stilettos. They stand straight as pines, their smiles polished yet distant. Their calm eyes sweep over the passing cars, fingertips resting lightly on the knotted buttons at their sides. Every time they raise a hand to adjust their hair, their movements show a practiced elegance, though an almost imperceptible weariness slips through. This is the third group of distinguished guests they've received tonight, and the two standing before them are clearly no ordinary visitors.
