A lone traveler in the Land of the Rising Sun stumbles upon an ancient, hidden temple, its stone steps worn smooth by centuries of secret pilgrimages. Inside, a young, graceful maiden, her alabaster skin a stark contrast to her traditional, crimson obi, awaits. Her fingers, stained with dye from the cherry blossoms she's been weaving into a garland, trace the outline of her lips, inviting him to explore the forbidden delights of the Orient.