Chapter Two: Lady of the Night An imposing yet shapely form appeared from the darkness. Lady Jan, the mysterious billionaire and notorious genius responsible for far more than her share of the nation's prosperity, stood before its two most dangerous gang leaders. It's said the combined power in the room at this moment could sustain that very nation for a lifetime. "Lady Jan? No... I can explain!" stammered Tantra, but her branches wilted beneath the weight of the situation in which she found herself. "What is she doing here?" The ecstasy that lit Chal-Moo's loins mere moments ago had just been stamped cold by the intrusion of Jan, his most detested enemy. Now, the remnants of passion's ash smoldered within him, combusting into a blaze of fury. "I believe you have something of mine," said Jan, wrapping a possessive hand around Tantra's trunk. "Mine?" retorted Chal-Moo. "I believe you mean 'ours.'" And he reached for a bottle of rice wine, setting aside three thirsting glasses.