At first sight, Irene Yip Oi-lin seems more cute than controversial. When we meet at the Kubrick bookstore in Yau Ma Tei the unassuming 30-year-old smiles sweetly and then explains her interest in shopping in her lullaby soft voice.
Yip is so demure when describing her taste in the old handbags that she says help express her individuality, that it's hard to believe she also writes explicit, erotic stories about the innermost, often darkest desires of Hong Kong's 'office ladies'.
When we eventually change the subject of conversation to sex, Yip reveals the hint of an independent author who is willing to breach social taboos around Hong Kong's office water coolers.
'Every writer has the mission to speak for readers about the things that are unspeakable to most people, but will strike a chord with everyone - experiences and emotions that everybody shares,' she says.
Besides, sex needs to be discussed, she says.
'You don't do it with everyone, only with your partner,' says Yip, who refuses to discuss her own love life. 'However, because it is something so personal, one often feels lonely regarding one's sexual situation: you don't know how much is too much and how long is too long. When I try to discuss sex with my friends they often give me a funny look.'