Long Yat-sen took Shao Lin dancing.
He pressed her against him, and Shao Lin was smiling bashfully at the music, the dancing, and at him.
She wrapped her arms around him tightly, kissing him in the middle of the dance floor. Long Yat-sen was surprised she didn't feel shy, but given the atmosphere, no one here was being modest.
It was also normal to see people behave frivolously, even going as far as to fucking in a booth, against a wall, or in the bathroom stalls. He wouldn't go as far as to ravish Shao Lin where people saw them, but he would do anything she wanted if she asked him.
He could tell Shao Lin needed to sit down, so he said, "come with me," as he took her back to the VIP area.
When he sat down, he noticed a man he'd never seen before staring at Shao Lin. It annoyed him.
Shao Lin had her head planted on his chest, catching her breath when Long Yat-sen said, "look at me." She lifted her head and stared at him with big beady brown eyes.