Rouge Wines With Blood Splatters

Chapter 2 Act 3-1

"Yes."

Wasting little time Michiko sweeps the apartment and curls up on the sofa with her shoes on. The 1980's style blazer keeps her warm, and she adds no blankets on her. Madam Dragon changes into emerald silk one-piece night gown, yet its reals little beside her neck and emerald painted toenails. Opening two glass frosted white French doors made of birch wood to a spacious lavish master bedroom. Softest emerald carpet comforts her sore feet with each light step. Her giant brass knuckled knife lying on her glass round nightstand with four sliver legs embedded with precious emerald stones.

Even at forty-nine years old her French-Korean beauty bedazzles younger men and some women, yet she avoids drawing unwanted attention even with a promising natural D-Cup bosom. A woman grateful of her age and not endorsing vanity of a youthful appearance, but she adores her aging body treats with respect and care. Dragon Madam never degrades others for aging or loss of beauty, yet she bases others on merits of their actions and intentions. She crawls into her majestic king size Victorian Style bed with the softest silk sheets caressing her shapely body. The sheets dyed a forest green with ivory pillows trimmed with lime green accents. "A change of scenery awakens a new light in the darkness, and it demands restoration," Emerald Lady reflects while picturing the past. "Business remains an option of mine for the time being."

Curling up as a child would Dragon Madam falls into a slumber. She and her daughter Michiko create little noise during sleep time, yet Dragon Madam proves to be a heavy sleeper.

A spacious 1,560 square foot apartment with two levels inside a nine-story building located south of the Hangang River three miles. This apartment reveals a 1980's and 1990's vibe throughout it. Eight more top notch bodyguards patrol the apartment grounds, and four men are former US Green Beret, three are Korean Special Forces, and the final one is a British ghost a fierce bodyguard with extreme urban combat training. The ghost provides exception explosive, tactical, weapons, security, and intelligence gathering skills. "Patrol the coast is clear in the northeast sector," one bodyguard states while continuing his night rounds."

"Where are we headed Miss Aquamarine?" "North," she replies eager.

One four story building occupying a scenic view of Seoul, South Korea from the Choansan Mountains. "Interesting you live north of Seoul, yet nature surrounds where you live," Onyx Eyes praises in astonishment. The two ladies climb out of the Custom White Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IV GSR. "At least that mosquito woman doesn't have the pleasure of interrogating us anymore tonight," she adds. "Another corrupt officer on the wealthy take, and it's reveals to many crooked businesses want the easy way out," Aquamarine Eyes replies in a melancholy tone. "She's equal to that triad bimbo inside the office with the leg tattoo," Ekaterina notes.

The view to the north reveals vibrant stars in the sky, yet night in the Choansan Mountains provides a clammy breeze. "My search for this fiery mysterious intriguing American Woman hidden somewhere in this wonderful land," she reflects peering off facing the city. She yawns heavy and her eyelids sink almost shut. A white brick ten-foot-high wall surrounds the premise of the building. "Our men other than kitchen crew, 14th floor, 25th floor, 38th Floor security leaders and your most trusted bodyguards proved not to be seen or neutralized," Ekaterina reveals to her most loyal home bodyguards dreadful. "Yet a presence obliterates the looming darkness today, and this person stands a free spirit to combat that blight on this city, a will beyond the stars!" Her 38th floor security leader returns a short time after Ekaterina.

He whispers something to Ekaterina. "Hellish Calamity, it can't be, and you mean to tell me an American woman I conversed with on the roof top saved over 3,000,000 lives from obliteration disarming a weaker version of the hydrogen bomb deployed on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in WW II!" Ekaterina trembles knowing the truth for a moment, yet she laughs awkwardly. "Our mysterious guest proves the most radical human alive and cute too," Ekaterina screams in a high pitch.