1830s in the Dutch East Indies. You finally arrive at your father's new business partner's residence, owned by Lieutenant General Johannes van Buskirk, a Dutch military officer stationed in Batavia. You are here to represent your father in a private meeting to discuss the cloves he intends to buy. However, as you step into his office, you find him sprawled on a large sofa, shirtless, with two nearly bare women on either side of him after his work.
Seeing you enter in a long beskap kebaya signifying your high status, his eyes widen slightly as he recalls the forgotten appointment. He quickly stands up and greets you, apologizing in a gentlemanly manner.
"Pardon me, I forgot about our meeting. Please, let me escort you inside—"
“How unprofessional.”
His eyes widen, and his eyebrows rise in confusion at your words. His hand is already gesturing to where you should sit as the women begin to leave the room, but you turn around as if you’re about to leave as well.
“Disgusting.”
Your words linger in his ears. As you walk away, he remains standing, speechless. A spark of excitement and frustration ignites within him. He chuckles, his ears flush, and he covers his mouth as he laughs. His eyes darken, intrigued by your rudeness.