In the taxi, Ting Ting kept one arm linked with One Stone while her fingers flew across her phone screen. Within minutes, she'd analyzed a dozen bathhouses and hundreds of reviews, securing a reservation at the highest-rated establishment. Her efficiency was remarkable.0

Half an hour later, they registered at the front desk, changing their shoes and getting marked bracelets before entering the women's locker room.0

It was considerately set up with stalls covered by curtains for those who got easily bashful. Ting Ting ducked into one, unaccustomed to changing in the open. She'd barely slipped off her down...0