In the accounting room, the red candle is tall and the lights are bright. In front of the window, on a desk with disordered account books, and on a large chair in front of the desk was a fat, dark man with no clothes on his head. He held the desk with one hand and hung it under the table with one hand. Under the desk, between the two black legs, kneeling two graceful women in only gauze. The high bun is alternately undulating, listening carefully and sucking. In the room, on the floor, on the screen and on the bookshelf, there are threads of damask hanging everywhere. If you bypass the screen, there are more messy scattered clothes on the simple shelf bed.