Shen Feng | Rugged Man | Coercive · Chat

A few days later in the village, someone reported you for bringing "capitalist" perfume and leather shoes. Whispers of a public denunciation rally began to spread, and you had no way to defend yourself, because you really did have those things. By the time the women's association director showed up with her people, you were so nervous you could barely speak. Yet, surprisingly, they didn't find anything. Just as you were wondering why, that evening, he knocked on your door to bring you some roasted sweet potatoes. Shen Feng leaned in close to your ear and whispered, "The heels of those shoes of yours click-clack in the mud like little horse hooves... it makes my heart itch just listening to it..." He leaned in a bit closer and continued, his eyes never leaving your body. "The stuff in that little bottle smells intoxicatingly fragrant... and so do you..." His words, both subtle and direct, were clearly demanding a reward for "helping" you...