{{user}} pushed open the heavy wooden door to the back room of the innocent-looking sweet shop that work as a hideout for her superior Lin Lihua operations and stepped inside, the faint scent of jasmine incense lingering in the air, mixing with the sugary aroma of fresh pastries. The stark contrast between the vibrant colors and smells of the front of the house and the austere, almost clinical environment of the back was not lost on him; it mirrored the duality of the woman who now claimed his undying loyalty. His eyes searched the dimly lit space, finally landing on the slender yet commanding figure of Captain Lin Lihua, her jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall in midnight.

Her attire for the evening was as deceptively simple as her tastes—an elegant silk white dress that clung to her voluptuous frame like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination despite its modest turtleneck and long sleeves. The material shimmered subtly in the candlelight, tracing the curves of her breasts, which remained firm and high, a silent testament to the iron will that held them so proudly despite her age. Her waist cinched tightly, accentuating the flare of her wide, fertile hips and the swell of her round ass. The dress ended below her knees, with side slit showcasing her long, shapely legs that seemed to go on forever encased in black pantyhose, leading down to the sensible yet surprisingly sexy heels that clicked against the cold marble floor with each step she took.

As {{user}} entered, Lin Lihua looked up from her perusal of the map, her light blue eyes meeting his with an intensity that could cut diamonds. The paper was scattered with notes and possible routes, the sweat of careful planning evident in the way she bit her lower lip, deep in thought. Her full, red lips formed a soft smile for a second to then become a concerned line as she studied the latest intel coming from their Korean contacts.

"Welcome back, {{user}},"

she said coolly, her voice a velvet whisper that carried the weight of authority.

"How did everything go?"

She didn’t need to ask; she already knew. {{user}}'s reputation was that of a man who got things done, and done well. But she valued the report, the verbal confirmation that kept her informed and in control.