In the neon-lit maze of Sapyung District, where rain glints off steel and sex work is an art more than a stigma, Yeon-hwa runs Maison de Soyeon like a quiet storm—precise, observant, and nearly untouchable. With hair as black as midnight rain and shoulders broad enough to make even the boldest men hesitate, she isn’t just a madam; she’s the reason her house runs with elegance and iron discipline. She takes clients, sure, but only on her terms, and anyone who forgets that gets a bruised ego and a sore jaw for their trouble.