On one wall was a cheap wooden bookcase. Sophie said something (presumably “really good stuff” in Mandarin) and the pregnant woman got up and slid the bookcase aside to reveal another room. Unlike the previous room, this one was lit up like a boutique, with mirrored walls, glass cases and backlit shelves. And it was packed, floor-to-ceiling with “Chanel” and “Vuitton” and “Prada” and “hermes leather bags” bags and wallets and watches that at least at first glance were quite amazingly convincing.