Tonight, her husband once again sat at the mahjong table with bloodshot eyes. His coworkers had been invading their home every night, creating a ruckus with the clatter of tiles until dawn. The virtuous yet unfortunate big-titted housewife "An" desperately attended to the men's drinks and snacks, burdened by financial worries. East Round, fourth turn. Her husband declared a doubled hand, but their scoring sticks ran out. The deficit had to be covered—using An's clothing as payment.