"Miss, have another drink, this one's for two hundred yuan!"
Behind her, a crude and vulgar voice continued to holler, and her mind felt somewhat muddled. The normally straight corridor appeared twisted and winding, and the figure approaching her seemed to split into two.
"Mo Ni, are you okay?" a colleague asked with concern.
"I'm fine, there's nothing wrong..."
She stumbled and bumped her way into the room next door, originally intending to find a spot to rest. Worried that she might collapse halfway, she decided to take a break in this vacant private room instead.
