Heaving with sweat on her skin, Holly puts her hand over her forehead, her mind struggling to recover from that bizarre and disheartening dream where in which her friend and trainer Sara spoke ill of her before she quickly and, in a weird way, deliberately fell to her death. Sitting up in her bed for a moment, Holly Hunt gently and quietly slips out of her bed, her bare shapely feet lightly pressed against the rich carpeted floor as if tiptoing out of fear of falling through the ground. Very slowly, the highly anxious brunette takes gingerly steps out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where there is one window looking out on the enigmatic Japanese city of Ming Yandu. It appears that night has begun to morph into dawn as Holly stares out through the blinds, rubbing her eyes lightly. As she leans her hand son the edges of the sink, Holly's mind reels with haunting queries; Did she really let Sara down? Could she have done something to save her parents from that fire? Is she weak? One way to find out....
Later, after a brunch with Yuriko, Holly returns to Lai's room to find asset of clothes carefully laid out on the bed, beside it a folded sheet of paper beneath a compact tape recorder. Picking it up, the pretty brunette finds that it's a list of instructions that has been elegantly penned by "Your Highness" himself.
I TRUST YOU'VE HAD AN UNPLEASENT NIGHT'S SLEEP. HERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES WHICH YOU ARE TO WEAR FOR THIS EVENING'S ENTERTAINMENT. HAN FA LIKE HIS WOMEN AKIN TO SCHOOLISH BOOKWORM TYPES. TONIGHT YOU MUST ALLOW HIM TO DO WITH YOU AS HE PLEASES, LET HIM BIND YOU, GAG YOU, BLINDFOLD YOU, SPANK YOU EVEN. SO LONG AS PARK CHAN AND HIS SECRET TASK FORCE HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO INFILTRATE HAN FA'S COMPANY BUILDING, RESCUE LAI Q AND TRANSFER ALL THE HARD EVIDENCE WITH WHICH WE CAN FINALLY BRING AN END TO HAN FA FOR GOOD! IN A WAY, YOU'RE NOT A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS SO MUCH AS A ...DIVERSION IN DISTRESS.
THE RECORDER CONTAINS AN PHONOETICS CASSETTE THAT SHOULD ASSIST YOU BRUSH UP YOUR JAPANESE. WHATEVER DIALECT YOU PICKED UP IN SOUTH AMERICA PROBABLY WON'T BE OF USE TO YOU THIS EVENING.
Paying little attention to the kindest regards and signature, Holly can't help but smirk while trying to bury her contempt for this mystery sleuth's words; diversion in distress, let Han Fa use me up like a sexy bedroom doormat just to buy the good guys time?! To add insult to injury, he even noted that he somehow knows that she had a rough night, which indeed she did. Fuck this man's highly superior detective skills! I swear, Holly thinks to herself, if this detective wanted to he could make an excellent criminal mastermind. WEll, a slong as he knows what he's doing, then why should I bitch, Holly thinks.
Later, after hours of listening repeatedly to the Japanese tape and having plenty of dumplings for lunch, Holly leaves the bedroom to greet Yuriko before the front doors open and in walks a finely chiselled but clearly aged man baring Yuriko's dark eyes as well as sleeked back hair, raven black with grey strands. He was dressed in a grey business suit with a darker grey necktie and finely cut black, pointy-toed shoes. He looks at Holly sternly, as if inspecting new stock in a store. Extending her hand, Holly gently clears her throat. "Pleased to meet you, sir." She speaks in her most formal tone while speaking in Japanese. The gentleman takes the brunette's slender hand in a firm handshake, addressing her likewise in his native tongue, going so far as to introduce himself as "Park Chan Q". He turns and does the same to his youngest daughter who looks back at him as bravely as possible.
"After you dine with us, you shall go to him." Park Chan addresses Holly, his eyes still drawn on her daughter, in fluent English. His voice in English is just as firm and almost imposing as it is in his native language. Smiling graciously, Holly nods gives her firm-voiced host a nod. Soon, she sits by Yuriko's side at the dining table in one of the rooms of the top floor of the House of Q. After taking a sip of of wine, Holly turns and asks. "Why is this building named the House of Q?"
Park Chan explains in his language, leaving Holly only half puzzled while picking up a few words such as "secret", "protection" and "honour." Turning towards the confuse dbrunette, Yuriko adds. "Our family has been confronted by many threats so anonymity became our last resort. The House of Q was just a moniker that Father's technology branch doodled up. It sort of stuck ever since." Holly chuckles at the thought of some technicians doodling a name that would become a name to apply over a complex owned by a powerful man. But then, Park Chan's stone-faced glower silences Holly's laughter until she looks down. "My apologies." She mutters in Japanese.
"For a number of year, we've prospered under the enigmatic surname that was Q until we realised that there was one man who claime dmore power than he could ever deserve."
"Han Fa." Yuriko nods. Soon, after having finished her meal, Holly gets up, in the ensemble that "Your Highness" selected for her; a long-sleeved white blouse with ruffles along the front and a black ribbon tied in a bow around her neck and under her collar, like a tie, with a black mini skirt showing off her long bare legs. She gives a slight bow to Park Chan and Yuriko, thanking them for their hospitality and walks out in black stiletto high heels.
After slowly and casually sauntering all the way to The Hamada Plaza building, where Han Fa resides when he's not doing "business", Holly lightly pulls at the hem of her skirt and saunters in gracefully, greeting the receptionist with a warm smile. "I am here to see Mr. Fa." She says in her most exuberant and coy Japanese. "I'll just give him a call." The receptionist replies, looking attractive while akin to a fortysomething year old. After listening to the gorgeous receptionist talk in her own tongue, Holly thanks her when she is told that she can head on up to the 15th floor where Mr. Fa lives casually. She grins at the receptionist as she saunters on up. She takes the elevator, a long, reasonably slow ride up, just before a man extends his hand to the beautiful visitor, his figure lean and somewhat masculine despite his being slightly shorter compared to her, with a welcoming expression on his face. "And how can I help you?" His voice sounds so upbeat.
Holding one hand in her other in front of her skirted waist, Holly sways at a slow and alluring pace, smiling. "My name is Holly. I will be your escort this evening."
"I heard that you were highly recommended." So this must be the infamous Han Fa, Holly thinks. Such warmth for a powerful kingpin with a vast wealth of influence. "Please allow me to show you the way." He offers his hand which Holly accepts with a soothing grip and in time she is gently whisked into Han Fa's magnificent apartment on the top floor, retro combined with near futurism. It would seem that Mr. Fa is a man of taste. "You must be so rich to live in a place like this." Holly performs an overbite smile with her upper teeth and lower lip while Han Fa grins at her, his dark eyes travelling down from his sexy visitor's mini skirt and down her long legs. "see anything you like?"
"I usually do this with younger girls but you're just too beautiful and lovely to waste." He says, slowly approaching Holly. Hmmph. So he's a paedophile as well, Holly remarks in her mind. Well, if I wasn't putting up this dainty act, I'd like nothing more than to stick one of my stilettoes deep into his skull. He puts his hands on her upper arms, caressing them as he leans in, his eyelids closing. Then his lips mingle with Holly's, she lets out a squeal of alarm but Fa continues to smooch. Rolling her eyes, Holly succumbs and returns this euphoric gesture. Giving moans of pleasure, much as it disgusts and annoys her slightly, Holly just goes with it until Fa lets go. Feeling his hands stroking her flushed cheek, she stares into her eyes. "So what do you intend to do next?"
Outside the building, two black vans pull up while inside the receptionist discreetly spray paints the security cameras. Out marches several men in task force armour and gear!
Seated in a comfy red sofa, Holly sits with her hands clasped while Han Fa sits so uncomfortably close to her, his clothed thigh pressed against her naked one. "Do you trust me?" He asks smoothly. Looking at him with mousey eyes, Holly nods. "Hmm-hmm." Very slowly, he takes her by the hand and gently leads her into the centre of the room. "Clothes off." He orders with a sly grin. Holly slowly undoes the black ribbon before putting it into her mouth and pulling the ends around the back of her head, tying them off like a cleave gag. Moaning seductively as she eyes Han Fa chuckling, the pretty brunette slips out of her heels and skirt before slowly unbuttoning her blouse, swaying her hips as she does.
Meanwhile, most of the task force proceed through reception while the receptionist herself places her wrists together behind her back with a casual expression on her face, hardly fazed as one of the task force duct tapes her wrists. Soon, she is placed in a nearby closet, bound and gagged with tape.
Holly slips out of her blouse, revealing herself reduced to a black lacey bra and undies. "Shall I strip myself more?" Her hands reach up to unclasp her bra. "No, I think that'll be enough for now..." With that, he takes her by the wrist, quite the firm grip, and sits Holly down in a chair with a shiny steel pole in front. Taking out a pair of black cuffs, Han Fa takes Holly's wrists, bringing them around the pole before cuffing them together. "What, are you keeping me hostage?" She asks in a muffled state, raising a brow. "Something like that." The dubious businessman replies with a sly smirk.
The task force search all over, stealthily averting any security cameras that haven't bane covered until one of them hears faint muffled noises from behind a locked door on the top floor. Suddenly, he blasts the door open and enters to find a beautiful Japanese woman in a black pantsuit with matching heels, none other than Lai Q, bound to a chair with her mouth sealed with duct tape. Back in the apartment, Han Fa turns away from his attractive, scantily-clad guest who tugs at her cuffs. "I think this'd be more fun if you'd tie my hands in front or behind." She chatters through her cleave, shrugging as she does. "Shut up." Han Fa clamps a hand over Holly's already gagged mouth, causing her to mumble in a resentful tone. Just then, his apartment is kicked down and the task force barge in, followed by an untied and ungagged Lai, surrounding the businessman who lets go of Holly's mouth and raises both hands. "So much for showing a lady a swell time." She mumbles sarcastically through the knotted cleave, giving her cuffed wrists another tug.
"It's finally over, Han Fa." The leader states with pride. "You're going down."
The crime boss sneers. "How so? None of you can touch me?"
"What with evidence that Lai Q, heiress to the House of Q, was kept tied up against her will in a room in your quasi company building, quasi apartment complex, a room that happens to contain the powerful illegal drugs which you have been accused of dealing in, as well as a signed confession from someone in our witness protection who had a role in your trafficking business."
Han Fa remains still but a single sweat pours down his forehead. He then whips a flick knife out of his breast pocket and hold sit threateningly against Holly Hunt's throat. "I was going to make a profit out of you, but seen as how I'm in a tight corner, you're just expendable." He starts to pierce Holly's flesh when the brunette suddenly flips herself backwards as best she can, causing the fiend to fall, as it turns out his pants had been hanging around his ankles in all the erotic fun and he finds himself tripping in his one attempt to get back up.
"Looks like we got him...with his trousers down, as the Brits say." One task force member remarks. "Tell me about it. A little help regaining my dignity, please?" Holly struggles likewise to keep on her feet, her hands still bound around the pole while her cleave gag now hangs loosely around her shapely neck. Relieved as she is, she hopes that the House of Q and this "Your Highness" rewards her for her awkward troubles.....