C509 I Love the Rmb

I was about to go over and open the door when the two dancers came snaking over me. Number 8 put a hand on one of my shoulders, and Number 38 wrapped his arms around my neck and asked, "Boss, did we dance well?"

I said perfunctorily, "Alright, it's really not bad."

Number 8 asked coquettishly, "Boss, where are you going? Are you dissatisfied with our service?"

I covered my mouth and said