The Tropical Mirage's floor plan reveals the twin main mahogany doors open to a large elegant main dining room possessing a 20-karat golden fountain in the located in the center. A grandiose balcony doors and window straight back from the main doors providing healthy natural lighting for patrons that desire a scenic view or extra light sources. This main area reaches ninety feet long by forty feet wide, creating a 3,600 square feet unmatched oasis. Old English wood dividers divide all table along the walls. One single entrance to the humble right-side room appears right of the balcony windows and outer doors. A right-side dining room possesses privacy with windows only located on the north side utilizing exquisite crimson drapes covering them, and a small exit door located in the southeast corner to the main hallway. Ninety feet long by twenty-two feet wide, the elegant compact room provides a paradise for romantic dinners providing 1,800 square feet in a private setting.
The left-side dining reveals half the square area of the right-side dining room and infuses with the bar area to the south at 45'x20' for 900 square feet in size each. Its sound dampening triple pane windows face only the north-side and humongous grandiose kitchen remains behind its west facing wall. This room's design remains compact because of the massive forty-five feet taken by kitchen and bar area resting south of it. One main bar area stationed in front of the kitchen on the left side's remaining dining room area.
Even the hallway to the Tropical mirage proves lavish with exquisite white marble floors, walls, 20,000 to 35,000 USD paintings placed strategic thorough the corridors, vibrant floral hibiscus plants, and onyx marble columns trimmed with 15-karat gold hold the plants off the ivory floors. This outer ivory marble with swirls of gold hallway running north to south appears a length of 438 feet and a width of fifteen feet. It possesses an express elevator twenty-two feet straight down the hallway on the left-side, out the right-side southeast door, or take a right out of the main double doors eight feet then turn right down the hallway and it's seven feet down on the right side. Another two service elevators reside in the middle of the hallway left of the double doors coming into the Tropical Mirage down about 185 feet with a stairwell facing the opposite side going down twenty-nine floors. A private elevator appears at the far end of the hallway on the right-side where the intersecting hallway meets down fourteen feet on the right-side. One private stairwell opposite that located eighty feet away facing south going down six stair levels to elite office levels.
This level original plans for the penthouse level, but Ekaterina (Minji) Myung refused such a worthless idea. She desired a lavish restaurant for wealthy, yet on a certain day in the mornings you'll see average people working in the building dining. They enjoy a signature spicy chicken or beef noodle bowl. Ekaterina demanded crystal clear she doesn't wish to live in a high-rise in the city limits. Wealthy moguls could purchase the penthouse, and they have lavish sex scandals, prostitution, drug, or arms deals, yet this would destroy Ekaterina's legitimate creditability and people would turn business away from her. She strives never to follow in the Myung family footsteps of business or life practices. Interesting enough, Ekaterina proves the only family member you could cross with a certain death wish.
Countless sleazy people pollute the marvelous, serene view of the orange-violent mountains nearing dusk from the fifty-story sky rise. A vibrant balcony appears facing north towards Opaesan and Choansan Mountains, and this sky rise constructed north of the Hangang River running through Seongsu-dong, Seoul by Ekaterina's orders. Down below traffic roars on these grueling chaotic city streets, and fresh crisp air breezes into the restaurant through the giant sliding triple pane doors while opening. One waiter stands on the inside and outside with the sole job to open and close the balcony doors for patrons dining at the Tropical Mirage. Numerous waitresses wear European style blazers in black, red, or blue trimmed with gold, black skirts dangling to the knees, black leather wedge shoes with gold buckles and trim. Waiters adorn blue, black, or red blazers with black fitted pants, and black dress shoes with silver buckles. Their uniforms range a minimum of 17,500 USD in cost, and the staff's attire proves unquestioned, the Tropical Mirage has no equal in South Korea in terms of elite dinning and experience. The non-kitchen staff number thirty at least, and service couldn't be more exquisite. Numerous tables appear around the Tropical Mirage, and the total seats including balcony amounts to 150 customers, among the three rooms and balcony layout.
Numerous women stiletto heels range in size click and scrape against the quality marble floors as a seamless chorus lingering on, yet it would infuriate any deep level hermit or thinker. One Korean female appears forced to leave by staff for her seven-inch platform heels, a sheer dress revealing her pink ass hugging thong, and being a Korean porn star in over 800 Chinese adult films. Of course, this nonsense Korean bimbo creates a diminishing scene for all other patrons, yet some men remain aroused by her pathetic attempt for attention. "Spreading her legs isn't a skill level, but an action anyone can do," a wealthy Korean woman belittles infuriated!
Flaunting her bust a Korean woman dons a vibrant topaz V-neck silk cocktails dress suited for American or Canadian female taste. She creates a shameful scene as her cigar's toasty ash falls in between the exposed enhanced praline breasts of her dress. This seductive Korean woman flails around with her fake praline skinned rack nearly slipping her nipples free from the exquisite topaz loose fabric, and her wealthy mother pats her daughter down angry. Many patrons unknowing see it as a mature granny lesbian groping a late thirties unwed lover. A drunk horny Korean business group of two females and three males whistle at her risqué sight. She hollers about the discomfort, yet her mother appears ready to scold her embarrassment of a daughter never ending. Two drunk lecherous women at a nearby table reveal uncontrollable arousal at the sight of enormous silicone breasts being patted down.
One 20-year-old male cops a feel of the mother in her sixty's ass, and she turns around with fuming eyes. "Little shit that just cost you many million-dollars lawsuit, and my lawyer will tear you a new asshole," she whispers aggressive. "It's a fine ass on a silver haired cougar," he smirks. Two restaurant workers try to calm the woman down while forcing the groper of a man to vacate the restaurant grounds for unruly conduct. The sixty-year-old female dreaming of her day in court to skewer an incredible asshole of a man.
This plum eyed woman scours the patrons, host, and guards as though possessed. A bloated Korean conman puffs his pricey "Cohiba Esplendido" Cuban Cigar, and he devours expensive Russian Sevruga Imperial Caviar with the grace of a blue whale. Women scantily dressed in risqué cocktail and Qipao dresses pass by with seductive hips swaying. Grandiose designer handbags ranging above $80,000 dollars, located at the sides of most women, yet Plum Eyes carries a compact black leather men's Diesel wallet. No, women here sport Marlboro or New Port cigarette packs, yet they carry cigarettes in 24-Karat gold lustrous cigarette cases.
One epic Korean beef dish (Bulgogi) made the prestigious menu comprised of numerous British, Russian, French, Greek, Italian, Swiss, Japanese, and Spanish dishes. Mouthwatering steaks, prized soufflé, finest lobster, Japanese blue fin tuna, exquisite breads, decorative desserts, and pasta dishes feed the upper crust patrons here. Ultra-exquisite cherry tart dessert possesses 10-karat gold powder cream sauce, and the price alone bankrupts anyone worth under 3 million United States Dollars. Aromas from exceptional dishes linger divine in the air. Customers devour their tasty seducing meals while enjoying the view, social status, and atmosphere.
The Tropical Mirage also employs world renown chiefs. A legendary Japanese sake maker and one of paramount in the world. He brews the signature Tropical Korean Sake for the restaurant. Tables hold numerous fruity foo-foo tropical drinks on them. These bright neon foo-foo drinks afford even Chernobyl Glow in the dark jokes at a rough time. They appear radioactive in color, yet these moguls with endless cash flow sip them limitless daily. Patrons relish wines, champagnes, or transcending sake served warm.
A half dozen women wear paramount designer silk azure Qipao perching around the table smoking, sipping the choicest wines, and gossiping about their erotic sex lives. Plum Eyes notices eleven women reveal restless leg syndrome, and seven males possess twitchy legs too. Two women behind her discuss a new family idea. "My husband wants an ample family, but I'm struggling to conceive at forty-two years old," she informs. "Since you're a younger thirty-one-year-old unmarried childless woman." "Well, I'm quite fond of you Hae-Won, and you're affectionate towards me and my husband?" "Continue," the other woman informs. "Would you consider becoming my husband second wife?" We can merge our two companies into a more powerful entity," she explains. "The bonus exotic sexual play together more often," she adds in a seductive tone. "Gross, romantic nausea," deliberates the cold loathing plum eyed woman. Kissing sound hearing for ten seconds. "I guess, that a yes, barf," she reflects disgusted. She slides around comfy at the table, second nearest to the main door, yet the bar area's location remains left of her table thirty feet.
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