The Honey Peach Spa Resort

Chang, Lee and Yin ran an exclusive spa resort somewhere in a coastal province of mainland China. It was a small but well designed establishment by a lonely beach, catering only to select women of a certain age, who all have to make advanced bookings through their own exclusive travel agent, Mr Chou. They promoted themselves as practitioners of 'traditional Chinese spa treatment'. The brochures were filled with modern spins of esoteric stories about their secret thousand year old health and beauty enhancement techniques. Part of which were true stories, but most of it were complete fabricated fantasies, carefully engineered to attract foreigners who do not know the lay of the land. Even the buildings were designed with a fusion between modern and ancient Chinese architecture to match the mystical aesthetics featured in their ads.

They made a fortune with the initial proceeds after setting up almost 4 years ago, and few had ever suspected that it was all an elaborate scam. The Honey Peach Spa Resort did not actually offer what their patrons paid for. In fact, all the three bothers did was have loads of fun fucking their customers in every literal sense or form. Through a mysterious Triad supplier who feeds off a cut of the profits, they enjoy exclusive protections from other gangs, the police and even the government. Most important of all, they secured a special kind of incense that inhibits the mind, making anyone who had not taken the antidote extremely susceptible to suggestion. As incense was part of the theatrics of their 'treatments', they made their customers believe all sorts of things, ultimately making them think that whatever the fake 'kung fu masters' do to them was part of the package. On top of the huge sums of money they get, they were living the dream.