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This is my personal gallery of adorable Far East Asian women grouped as 'Jade Divas', 'Jasmin Retro', 'Mimosa Republic' or 'Lotus Academy'. 'Zantasia' houses other images including A.I. and women not connected with Far East Asia . The most recent project is 'Sound and Vision' - mixing great music with sensational photos of Far East Asian models. Enjoy your visit, share with friends, groups and pages and return often.

Weaving Webs

… when life gives you papaya, make somtam.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her phone clutched tightly in her hands. Her thumbs hovered over the screen, hesitant. How could she explain the situation to Toby? How could she make him understand?

Malee

It started with Phueng. Malee’s sister had always been wild, always chasing the next thrill, the next big score. But this time, she’d gone too far. Gambling with money she didn’t have, owing debts she couldn’t pay. Now there were men looking for her, men who wouldn’t take excuses or apologies for payment.

Malee had tried to help, of course. She’d worked longer hours, taken on more clients, done things she wasn’t proud of. But it hadn’t been enough. And now the men were getting impatient. Threatening Phueng, threatening Malee.

She’d thought about running, about disappearing into the crowded streets of the city. But she had nowhere to go, no way to start over. And Phueng… Phueng was too stubborn, too caught up in her own desperation to listen to reason.

Phueng

So Malee had done the only thing she could think of. She’d reached out to Toby.

It hadn’t been an easy decision. Part of her hated the idea of asking him for help, of admitting that she couldn’t handle things on her own. But a larger part of her remembered the way he’d looked at her. The way he’d listened when she spoke, the way he’d touched her like she mattered.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself. Then, slowly, she began to type.

Malee

“It started a month ago,” she said. “Men came to our apartment. Said Phueng owed them money.” She paused, remembering the fear that had spiked through her at the sight of them. The way Phueng had blustered and flirted, trying to sweet-talk her way out of trouble.

“They wanted 50,000 baht. Phueng didn’t have it.” Another pause. “I offered to work for them, to pay off her debt. They said no.”

Toby’s response was immediate. “Jesus, Malee. Are you okay?”

Phueng

She felt a flicker of surprise at the concern in his voice. For a moment, she was tempted to brush it off, to pretend she was fine. But something stopped her. Maybe it was the memory of his hands on her skin, or the way he’d smiled at her in the darkness. Whatever it was, she found herself answering honestly. “No,” she said. Then, before she could lose her nerve, she hit send.

There was a long pause this time, and Malee felt her stomach twist itself into knots. What was he thinking? Was he angry at her for contacting him, for dragging him into her mess? Or was he… was he considering helping her?

Malee

When his message finally came, it was short. “How much do you need?”

Malee stared at the screen, her heart pounding. How much did she need? The answer was simple—50,000 baht. That was what Phueng owed, plus a little extra for the trouble she’d caused.

But as she thought about it, Malee realized she wanted more than that. She wanted a way out, a chance to start over. To leave the bars and the tourists behind, to make something of herself.

And she wanted Toby. Not just for his money, though that was part of it. She wanted his attention, his approval. She wanted him to see her, to really see her, and to accept what he saw.

Slowly, she typed in a number. 100,000 baht. Double what Phueng owed, but less than what Malee dreamed of having. She hit send, then closed her eyes, waiting.

Phueng

Toby stared at Malee’s message, his mind racing. 100,000 Thai baht was a little over £2,500. Not an insignificant amount, but not an impossible one either. He could get it to her, if he wanted to. But did he want to?

He thought back to the nights they’d spent together, the way she’d challenged him, provoked him. There’d been a connection between them, he was sure of it. Something more than just physical attraction, though that had certainly been part of it.

Malee

But this… this was complicated. This was getting involved in something he didn’t fully understand, in a situation that could potentially be dangerous. And for what? So Malee could pay off her sister’s debts? So she could make a fresh start?

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. On the surface, it seemed like a bad idea. A very bad idea. But there was a part of him that wanted to help her, that wanted to be the man she thought he was. The man who could sweep in and save the day.

Phueng

“Do you have a bank account?” he asked finally. “Somewhere I can wire the money?”

There was a pause, shorter this time. When her response came, it was tentative. “Yes. But… are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

He smiled ruefully. Even now, she was complicated. “I don’t,” he said. And then, because he couldn’t resist, “But I want to.”

The next message was a string of numbers, an account name, a bank name and a branch number. Toby noted the exact details down on paper, then opened a new window on his phone.

It took longer than he’d expected to arrange the transfer. There were forms to fill out, security measures to navigate. But finally, it was done. The money would be in her account by morning.

Malee

He sent her a message to let her know, then leaned back in his chair. There was a strange sense of relief settling over him, mingled with something else. Anticipation, maybe. Or hope. All this mixed with an undeniable sense of stupidity.

Malee checked her bank account the moment she woke up. The transfer hadn’t shown up yet, but she wasn’t worried. These things take time, after all. And Toby had promised. He’d said he would help her, and she believed him.

For now, there were other things to focus on. Phueng, for one. Her sister was still sleeping off last night’s hangover, a tangle of limbs and sheets on the couch. Malee looked at her for a long moment, feeling the familiar stirrings of frustration and affection.

Phueng

“Wake up,” she said finally, nudging Phueng with her foot. “We need to talk.” Phueng groaned, rolling over to press her face into the cushions. “Malee, please. Not now.”

Malee felt her temper flare. “Get up,” she snapped, grabbing a handful of Phueng’s hair and tugging. Hard.

Phueng yelped, sitting up abruptly. “What the hell?” She rubbed at her scalp, glaring up at Malee. “That hurt.”

“Good.” Malee crossed her arms, glaring down at her sister. “Maybe it’ll help wake you up. Help you understand how serious this is.”

Malee

Phueng’s expression shifted, just for a moment. There was a flicker of fear in her eyes, quickly hidden behind her usual mask of bravado. “I said I was sorry, didn’t I? I said I’d pay them back.”

“With what?” Malee demanded. “You have no money. You’re drinking and gambling it away as fast as I can earn it.”

Phueng looked away. “It’s not my fault things are slow right now. There are less tourists…”

“Enough.” Malee cut her off. “I’m sick of your excuses. You got us into this mess, and now you need to get us out of it.”

Phueng

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Malee could hear the city waking up outside their window—the blare of horns, the rattle of carts, the distant wail of a siren. It was familiar, comforting. It wasn’t the paradise many think it is, but it was her life, her sister’s life and it was something she was going to fight for.

Malee

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