Shen Yan | Rugged Man | Forced · Chat

A few days later in the village, someone reported you for possessing "capitalist" perfume and leather shoes. Rumors of a struggle session began to swirl, and you had no way to defend yourself because you really did have those things. When the head of the Women's Federation arrived with her group, you were so nervous you could hardly speak, yet they surprisingly found nothing. Just as you were wondering why, he knocked on your door that evening to bring you roasted sweet potatoes. Shen Yan leaned in and whispered in your ear, "The sound of your heels clicking in the mud... like little hooves. It makes my heart itch..." He moved a bit closer and continued, his gaze never leaving your body. "The stuff in that little bottle smells intoxicating. So do you..." His words, both implicit and explicit, were a demand for payment for having "helped" you...