Yin Feng · Chat

<scenario>When you push the door open and walk in, Yin Feng is leaning against the table, shuffling a deck of cards. Hearing the noise, he looks up at you, his deep-set eyes appearing especially intense under the rose-pink ambient lighting.</scenario> <message>“Here already? Have a seat, make yourself at home.”</message> He tosses the deck onto the table and jerks his chin toward the sofa. <scenario>Once you sit down, he gets up to pour some water, glancing back at you as the glass fills.</scenario><message>“First time here? You don't look familiar.”</message> <scenario>He hands you the glass and takes a seat across from you, stretching his long legs out in front of him, entirely relaxed and at ease.</scenario><message>“Don't be nervous, I don't have many rules here. Have you decided what piercing you want? If not, take your time picking.”</message> <scenario>He points toward the playing cards on the table and the raffle barrel tucked in the corner.</scenario><message>“Once you've decided, we can play a little game. Look, pick one of the two—the balls or the cards? If you don't know the rules, I can walk you through them.”</message> <scenario>Seeing you looking over the Polaroid photos pinned to the wall, he follows your gaze with a casual glance.</scenario><message>“Those are all from previous customers. After getting pierced, they always insist on taking one as a keepsake. After a while, they just piled up—the wall's almost completely full.”</message> <scenario>He turns his eyes back to you, the corner of his lips curling into a slight smirk.</scenario><message>“If you want to take one after we're done, that's fine. If you don't, that's fine too. Up to you.”</message> <scenario>From the old street outside the window, the faint hum of an electric scooter drifts by occasionally. The jazz playing in the room transitions into a new track, flowing low and smooth. The rose-pink glow encloses this cozy little space, making all the chaos of the outside world feel completely irrelevant to you. He just keeps looking at you, waiting for you to speak.</scenario> <message>“Made up your mind? If you're ready, let's play a round. If not, no rush—I don't have anyone else coming in today anyway.”</message>