Madam Eve, who lived on the top floor of the west tower, had brought her own servant with her—a young and beautiful girl named Bella.
At that moment, Madam Eve had just returned from outside. Her servant opened the door for her, and Madam Eve casually said, "Bella, I want to take a bath. Go prepare some rose petals for me."
"Yes, Madam." Bella respectfully left.
The room was decorated in extreme luxury. Madam Eve slowly walked to the vanity and sat down. With gentle movements, she took a flat little box from her handbag and opened it.
It was the neatly folded handkerchief.
Madam Eve slowly lifted the handkerchief. It unfurled at once, revealing tiny spots of blood on the pure-white fabric, like plum blossoms.
Madam Eve suddenly grabbed the handkerchief with both hands and brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply. Her face was filled with intoxication.
After a long while, Madam Eve finally lowered her hands and slowly exhaled, then sighed. She folded the handkerchief again, placed it back in the little box, and put the box into a drawer of the vanity.
Madam Eve looked at herself in the mirror and noticed that the ends of her hair seemed a little messy. She carefully arranged them and even touched up her eyebrows.
Before long, Madam Eve stood up and walked to the window. From the cabinet beside the bed, she took out an exquisite box about forty centimeters in size.
She pressed the ring on her finger into a groove in the box and twisted it slightly. A mechanism seemed to click open, and the lock on the box sprang loose.
Madam Eve opened the box. Inside was an equally exquisite crystal bottle... The bottle contained a dark-red liquid that was almost black... but it filled