So, this afternoon after the rain stopped, I took the watch and Klook and walked to the diamond factory around the corner from my house. They don't just trade in diamonds, but they're also an AD for Rolex and a bunch of other high end watches.
So I went up to the security guys, and asked them if I could go inside see if the watch technicians would remove the rubber strap from my Citizen watch.
They told me that I could go to the reception and ask them. The girls behind the reception desk were excited that I came inside (they told me they had seen me walk/cycle past with Klook) and they were enthusiastic about meeting him, even if they had to stay behind the bulletproof glass. One of the female employees who guides tourists through the factory started chatting and took me into the boutique to the ladies at the watch station, who packaged my watch carefully in foam and send it with the NATO strap upstairs though a tube system.
The 'guide' was chatting with me and had to excuse herself and go back to the reception area, but as I was chatting with the ladies at the watch station, other female employees came over to chat and take pictures of Klook, paying me compliments on 'the whole package' and suddenly the guide was back to mix with the other women fawning over Klook.
The tube returned my watch on the NATO strap and the young sales clerk (who had just stared at me the whole time) put the rubber strap in a velvet bag embossed with the label of the factory. Instead of putting it for me on the counter, she held the little bag out to me and when I took it she looked me in the eye and squeezed my fingers with the bag, then looked down. I thanked her and asked her if I owed them anything for the service and she said, "No, it was our pleasure. I hope to welcome you here again."
The guide came over and asked me if I wanted to leave through the usual exit (a revolving door) or if she could take me back to the reception area. I chose the latter so the reception ladies could say goodbye to Klook. After enthusiastic waving from the reception ladies I left the building, had a chat with the security guys and went to a café for coffee.
I took the bag with the rubber strap from my inside pocket to put it in my bag and felt a card in the velvet bag. It was a standard business card. When I turned it over, it had as small drawn heart and a mobile number written on the back. And the guide just started following me on IG.
So, in the space of about thirty minutes, I spoke with 6-7 women, and two were bold enough to get me their number / IG.
Edited to add: at no point in the conversation did I show romantic/sexual interest in any of the women. The guide told me her name several times. I was my usual charming self.