It shocked me so much 🤯

The kind of "women's private spa" that has become popular recently really opened my eyes.
The first thing at the entrance, the front desk doesn't ask what service you're here for, but instead looks you up and down to see what you're wearing. If you're in pants, sorry, all services are originally priced at 168. If you're in a skirt, they give you a coupon directly, for 98 bucks, and an extra half-price for extensions.
Cold wind blows in from the door, but in the waiting area, everyone is wearing skirts. A few girls' knees are a little red from the cold, clutching their hands and scrolling on their phones while waiting, with their down jackets placed at their feet.
I found a corner to sit down, and heard the front desk explaining to someone, "Wearing a skirt is more convenient, ma'am. The teacher doesn't have to wait for you to put on and take off pants repeatedly, saving time, so that's why there's a discount." The tone was confident, as if it was some remarkable business innovation.
This is just the appetizer. When you finish the service and go to pay, the real trick comes. Deposit 3,000, and this time the 98 bucks is directly waived. Deposit 6,000, and not only is it waived, but you also get a private lesson worth 599. A few girls you just met there, looking at each other, then taking out their phones.
Only when the curtain is pulled aside do I realize where the key lies. The staff coming in isn't an aunt or older sister, but a young guy in his early twenties, with toned arms, speaking little, handing over hot tea and getting straight to work, with heavy but precise techniques.
Looking around, the entire place is filled with these male technicians.
This isn't just some spa; it's clearly about extracting women's money from one man's pocket and openly stuffing it into another group's pockets.