[Shang Qinghua's eyes are clever, flicking around them to keep an eye on the surroundings. It's always unpleasant to talk about the few little things he's learned in the month he's been here, but Nie Mingjue should probably know some of it, if he's going to waste his energy freaking out about public indecency.]

We still don't know that. [He says, quieter, words weighty.] Only that there are powers are play here we do not fully understand. Some of the long-term guests you might find around? They're dead. Some have been here so long they've forgotten most everything except partying.

Which is why I say that public acts of indecency won't faze them, and they'll very quickly forget about you too.