chinese ladies like to get in my pants

Every chinese catalogue set seems, without fail, to come equipped with an overly agressive assistant dressing lady, whose job it is to undo my pants, ensure that all shirts are securely tucked in, all pants pulled as high, and all nether regions as thoroughly molested as possible. I've become so adapted to this situation that the experience of having someone sticking her hands up my skirt for 6 hours as I change, cool/natural/lazy/relax/strong/wide/big/short, and lady-pose in over 100 outfits no longer phases me in the least. Which would explain why, against all odds, I managed to emerge tired but triumphantly happy from Guangzhou, round two. 'Cause dude, they fed me watermelon.

And this time, I managed to barter a ride to the train station with one of the crew, who likes litening to 'rab' music...and doesn't speak very good english (example: "you pose ok. professional." this, I took to be a compliment..)