n the shadowed alleys of Victorian London, where the fog hides secrets and the gaslights burn low, a crimson-lanterned house offers more than simple pleasure — it sells dreams. Known only as The Blossom, it is ruled by the enigmatic Madam Lin, a woman whose grace hides a will of iron, and whose courtesans are trained in arts as delicate as silk and as dangerous as whispered promises.
On a cold, mist-soaked night in Victorian London, the crimson lanterns of The Blossom glow like beacons in a city of shadows. Behind its silk-draped doors, Madam Lin presides over a house unlike any other — where Chinese courtesans weave dreams from music, poetry, and touch. In the opulent main salon, the women display their special skills: Mei’s guzheng melodies, Lin’s brush and ink, Hana’s herbal enchantments. For the wealthy and the lonely, this is a sanctuary where desires are dressed in silk and poured like fine tea. Tonight, new guests arrive, unaware that every glance, every word, and every sigh is part of a carefully crafted illusion. Here, nothing is left to chance… and everything comes with a price.