Geylang's Costume Prince Makes His Debut at the Nightclub Show!
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Chapter 1
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The perpetrator, Stanley Wang, worked in the arts industry, primarily as a drag queen. Women dressed as various men would lip-sync and dance to entertain the audience. The incident occurred in Geylang in 1980. The women dressed as men were between 13 and 18 years old. Wang trained them using harsh methods, including physical abuse and physical punishment. If a performance failed, the women would suffer sexual abuse at his hands.
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In the 1980s, Geylang, Singapore, was the heart of the red-light district and a tourist cash cow that the Singapore government legalized to make money.
Stanley Wang, a Singaporean of Chinese descent whose real name is Wang Zhiheng, runs a nightclub called “Prince Costume Show,” which hires young and beautiful women and trains them to perform in men’s clothing. These girls are all around 18 years old, from impoverished families or are undocumented immigrants seeking opportunities. They are lured into signing contracts with high salaries by Wang Zhiheng, beginning their hellish lives.
The dance and singing training took place in the nightclub’s basement, personally supervised by Stanley Wang. He would force the girls to wear tight trousers, leather shoes, wigs, and heavy makeup, and to learn how men walk and speak. Any mistake would result in whipping or slapping.
Girls who failed in their performances were taken to a small room in a back alley, where Wang Zhiheng would sexually abuse them as punishment. Some girls suffered psychological trauma as a result, The others became his playthings.
Newcomer Li Meiling Catherine Lee was tricked into coming here by her friend and quickly discovered the truth behind the so-called “performance work.” Amidst brutal training and humiliation, she witnessed the fates of the other girls and tried to find a way to escape, but there was no way! The door had been locked by the devil!
The basement air was stifling, and a dozen young women were crammed into the cramped space, each dressed in ill-fitting men’s clothing. Stanley Wang stood before them, a belt in his hand, pacing back and forth. “Do you know what kind of opportunity this is?” Stanley Wang spoke in broken Mandarin, occasionally throwing in English words. “Look at you, wearing suit trousers makes you a gentleman? Ha!”