The hall was filled with beautiful women, some chatting, others sipping wine—tall, short, thin, and plump, all sorts were present.
When Gao Yang and his companions entered, all the women stood up.
If this were a cocktail party, it would be normal to see many socialites, but those are invited guests, not like the women in Shava's house who seem to have met their clients.
Shava's house was decorated like a palace, which didn't surprise Gao Yang too much, but turning a mansion into a place reminiscent of a brothel was beyond his understanding.
Seeing Gao Yang's astonishment, Shava smiled smugly, gestured across the room full of women, and said triumphantly, "Boss! I specially invited these for you, I've brought the best from all of Kiev, so you must enjoy yourself to the fullest!"
Shava didn't know that Gao Yang mentally categorized him under the tag of 'country bumpkin.'
