[right][h3][b]Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia[/b][/h3][i]Kūnlún, Jīn Hé Hotel[/i][hr][/right]
Ulaanbaatar was a modern city in an ancient land. While Mongolia consisted of mostly plains with occasional settlements, Ulaanbaatar had benefited greatly from the resulting globalisation and wealth that the rifts had caused. Dozens of skyscrapers littered the skyline as they spread from outside of the centre part of the city, each a home to the workers who supported the adventurers. While not as impressive as some places like Beijing or Seoul, Ulaanbataar was the capital city of Mongolia. Its population was only increasing, after all. All of the money the rifts could bring in were too tempting for the former nomads who could no longer support their livestock.
 
Globalisation had also brought in foreign investment. Numerous east-Asian companies had built up hotels and services in order to entice their nationals who travelled to Mongolia. It worked, after all. With a population of 2 million citizens and 500 thousand foreigners, Ulaanbaatar was no longer the city it once was.
 
Built by a Chinese hotel chain, the Jīn Hé hotel was lavish. To call it five stars was an understatement; every single nook and cranny of the hotel had been superbly washed and decorated. The carpet was softer than what most people had ever felt. Even something as basic as a light bulb gave off an unnatural amount of warmth and comfort. As a result, the cost of rooms had been prohibitively expensive. In order to get a room at the Jīn Hé, one didn't just need enough money; they needed [i]connections[/i]. The owners of the hotel vetted every single guest just to make sure nobody who was unsavoury got inside.
 
And inside of the Jīn Hé was an excruciatingly lavish restaurant with the word 崑崙 emblazoned in gold above the entrance. The people who were already vetted had to be checked again. Only the most famous and powerful people ever got a chance to sit at inside. Taking up an entire floor, the restaurant was divided into single stalls the size of a regular restaurant. Customers didn't see each other. Even the washrooms were separated. It was just a single party and the extremely high spec waiter that served them. The food was, to say the least, on another level. Every single chef had the power of Genghis Khan, proven by their ability to unite flavours and take over your tastebuds like no food had ever done.
 
This was where Albrecht had chosen as his meeting place.
 
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[i]Fish out of water.[/i] That was the most apt way to describe Xu Jian. The lobby of Jīn Hé had been filled with dozens of people whose wardrobes that had cost more than all of her organs. Even selling the important ones that she only has one of, like her heart, wouldn't be enough to afford the down payment on the average set of heels that a guest there would wear. Wearing her absolute best clothes (a twenty dollar tee, a second-hand jacket a size too big, slightly-faded jeans, and a freshly cleaned set of well-loved high tops), she was definitely out of place. Though, most of the other guests didn't seem disgusted. Rather, they were intrigued. Who was this absolute nutjob wearing trash [i]yet[/i] was inside? They must have thought she was incredibly powerful to have the bravery of wearing that inside. Well, it was little use to think of it.
 
Why was she even here? Well, she got a job offer. That was the entire reason why. After hitting it off with a guy in a bar, she had woken up with a note saying to go to an airport. She was confused why, as the previous night had been a complete blur. She remembered getting offered a drink by a blond man. Then she asked if it was okay if she got another. Then another. Then another. Free drinks were free drinks. Next thing she remembered, she woke up next to a cardboard cutout of Danny DeVito. To make a short story shorter, she went to the airport and was put on a private jet to Mongolia.
 
After she had reached Kūnlún, she was brought to the blond man, a small girl, a woman with funky things on her legs, and a normal looking dude. They all had introduced themselves. The blond man was Albrecht the [s]playboy[/s] billionaire, the small girl was Alice, the woman was Charlotte, and the normal man was Paul. After Albrecht explained the job to them, Xu Jian had no qualms. It was free money. Well, not free money. She would have to work for it.
 
[color=#DE4D5A]"So, Charlotte,"[/color] Xu Jian asked, [color=#DE4D5A]"what's with your legs? They look sorta funky."[/color]
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