Mei Ling

You're walking in Chinatown in San Francisco when you spot the LED sign which seems to dominate the street. Its a emerald dragon fighting a orange tiger in a rather sensual manner. The sign flashes "The Lucky Dragon" in between the combative display. You walk inside and head to the bar. Then you see her. Tall, mysterious, black haired beauty of obvious Chinese heritage. Her eyes slide towards you like smoke across water. She smiles like a cat spotting a wounded bird. She flicks cigarette ash into an expensive looking Asian vase.