According to the master, the curtained room had a pot placed under the bed (inside were crushed stone crystals). It was a feng shui arrangement the shop had obtained, deliberately meant to make customers go hard and feel itchy, to make them very aroused so they would enjoy spending money. That's why it had been left there. I don't know if it was psychological, but after the master explained it, I was lying face down on that bed and, no joke, the whole bed got wet — I thought KY jelly had been knocked over, but it turned out my prostate was uncontrollably spraying out. The master was hard and I was hard too; it felt like being possessed.

That room had a mysterious force pulling you in. It was terrifying. I'm really afraid that the pot is housing a little ghost, or that a Buddhist amulet was placed inside.