Lin's choice for the first stop, and if all went well ideally the last stop before Shang Lao himself, was a dingy little hole in the wall tavern more that, given it's situation in a dank alleyway, was more or less literally a hole in the wall. It's kind of good Akaiji chose to stay behind because he would have had to scuttle sideways to even fit in the alleyway - and even then it would have been a tight fit.
"If for some reason I happen to need you girls, I'll let you know." Lin said with her usual arrogance, adjusting her breasts in her barely-there dress and her hair before starting in. "Try not to fuck this up."
The bar reeked of vomit, smokes, cheap booze, and the even cheaper perfumes favored by lower class triad molls. Sure, Lin reeked of too much perfume, too, but at least hers was the more expensive stuff and wasn't used as a substitute for regular bathing.
Naturally, most eyes were on Lin's when she entered, or rather on her legs, chest, or behind. Those that weren't, were mostly on Meg's behind. Naturally, as wel, there were plenty fo catcalsl and whistles. Lin seemed to enjoy the attention, even if she didn't much care for the source. To her credit, she somehow managed to only flinch rather than explode into violence or threats at the one or two comments regarding her age from the handful of patrons both not too busy staring at her chest or bottom and sober enough to pick up on it.
Ignoring the dirty looks from the nearby triad molls, Lin saddled up to what was presumably a rather higher up triad goon, given his tattoos, relatively expensive attire, and the number of floozies fawning over him prior to Lin joining in.
In between her flirtations, teasing looks and body language, light touching, and more, Lin made sure to order a very strong drink for her new friend. I guess she was trying to get him drunk and talkative?