Lord Khan order both Jin and Lee to take us away.

For some reason, all the connect the dots and solving this simple mystery of who has which one's mind and body seem to take much energy from Lord Khan. He looks dreary and tired from all the mindwork. For someone who looks like they're in shape physically, he doesn't look like he is in good shape intellectually. But before I can ponder on the thought of the fatigue Lord Khan shows to the group, Lee grabs my arms and forcefully escorts me down a hallway to the left. Danielle is escorted down a hall to the right.

Lee's hand isn't forceful to the point of hurting my arm but he sure is pulling in a way that he could easily tear it off. I protest a mumble from my mouth, which is actually ready to lash out insults and threats to Lee. But before I can unleash my inner rage upon him, Lee guides me to a door, which he opens quickly. The door looks heavy and it very detailed. Even though it is just a simple wooden door, the staining use to varnish the surface shines in the dim red light, which seems to engulf every corner of the wing. It gets to a point where my eyes adjust and I not only see red but different hues and pigments found in the light spectrum. As Lee pulls me inside, the darkness of the room nullifies my sight and I stumble as I close my eyes to focus. Lee pulls me ever harder. He stumbles to turn on the light and once the two table lamps flicker on and shine through their shades, my sight restores.

The room is almost perfectly square and has a high ceiling. The ceiling itself is like the Sistine Chapel, where it has tapestries and scenes of samurai and geishas. In each corner of the room, a thick red pillar capped with black marble supports the intricate ceiling.

"Take off your clothes and clean yourself up," Lee orders me, pointing to the bathroom at the far corner of the room.

Without saying a word I oblige and Lee nods his head. I don't know why he wants me to clean up for but he doesn't stay very long to explain everything. He leaves the room, shutting the heavy wooden door behind him. I follow Lee's order and approach the bathroom. I have to turn on the light because the bathroom only has one window, in the little cubicle where the toilet sits. I find that the bathroom is luxurious. The mirror is the largest I have ever seen, on the moon at least. I look at my reflection and I find that there was more dirt on my face than before I came here. I think this is why Lee told me to clean up. I take a look at my outfit and my skin not covered by the silky fabric. I am surprised to see that as I tuck away the garment off the skin it covers a difference in residue shows. The line of dirt shown is like a smoky tanline on my fair, tanned skin.

Unknown to me is the recent exit of Lee out of the room I am currently in. It's typical since the vastness of the size of the room prevents the sound of a door opening or closing. Plus the amount of furniture in the room astonishes me. A bedroom in the very least. It includes a king sized bed with an authentic Chinese bed frame without posts and proper sized end tables. This bedroom includes more than a bed and tables. Sitting near the walls and the large half-moon window at the end of the room are couches, chairs, and love seats. Too many for a couple that would want to stay here. This issue bugs me but the furniture and the bedroom is the last thing on my mind. Once I start taking a shower, these issue disappear.

I remove my outfit rather quickly and in haste I pull down my matching thong down my legs to my ankles and randomly throw it out the bath. That is when it hits me. This bedroom is really meant for a honeymoon couple or promiscuous duo. The bed and bath are not separated by a door or a gate or a sliding door like in the martial arts dojos. I feel exposed, so I find something that I can cover my private areas. I see a towel rack not too far from my position and grab the hanging towel and pull it off. I wrap it around my body and turn around to face the shower. It looks like a typical shower. The areas of the glass doors around my head and feet are clear and one can see through it. But from the shoulder part of my body to my knees, the glass doors looks roughed up and unclear and pretty much obscures anything behind it.

The shower is just a typical shower. Nothing stands out. Even the multi-function showerhead is worth noticing. I turn on the shower and I wash up in a typical shower. But I find out that there is something worth noticing. As the water from the showerhead spews out and hits my dirty body, the saturation brings a brightness and a shine to my features. The warm water hitting my body and running down to my feet glistens in the two lights embedded in the ceiling above. Every curve, shadow, and highlight established on this female body is emphasized by the running water. It's like everything might put in slow-motion and in close-up view.

It doesn't take long for me to feel the warm temperature of the water and start to feel pleasure sensation from it. To me, the shower took long but in actuality, was quick. Coming out of the shower, my saturated body also saturated the rug I stepped on and is currently standing on. I take the towel I had before and dry my hair until it is about ninety percent dry. My brownish black hair looked as if it was drenched in grease. I then wrapped my body with the towel and continued drying the rest with another towel. Once I have dried myself to a point, I find myself in another dilemma. The outfit that I wore before was the only outfit that I found in the bathroom. The bathroom itself didn't have a additional closet with clothes to wear. In fact, I don't remember if there was a dresser or mound of clothes to change into.

So I dare myself. I dare myself to go out into the bedroom in just my towel to see if there is a dresser full of clothes. I may find it or I may not, and I might find something else whether or not to my liking. I face the threshold between the bathroom and the bedroom and turn off the bathroom lights. I walk out into the dimly lit bedroom and to my surprise, I do find an ornate dresser in the far corner. Happy and relieved, I dart quickly to the dresser and try to open its drawers. When I actually get to it, before I can grab a knob and pull a drawer out I hear a voice directly behind me, followed by the slam of the huge door.