The Consort of the R

As the sun sets in the west, the evening glow paints the sky with a myriad of crimson hues.,There is no battlefield, no bloodshed, yet he lies on the cool rattan chairs in the courtyard of his mansion. The small courtyard is serene and peaceful.,These eight top performers have the power to choose their patrons. Anyone who is chosen feels deeply honored, enchanted by their music as if in a trance. Yet, they've run into this nuisance—a child who comes to the brothel every day for free!。