C91 Whose Flowing Wind

She walked into the room with the wine cup in her hand, neither too fast nor too slow. Her high heels made a crisp "pa pa" sound on the floor. Pushing her jade-like hand forward, she disappeared into the room.

A faint fragrance lingered in the room. She smiled as she sized up the two men in white. Her dark red lips slightly curled up as she looked at them with interest