Detective Cheyenne questions Randy West about a shooting by probing his trousers for his totem pole prior to him wiggling into her wet wigwam.  And Mimi Miyagi seduces Cheyenne in a sapphic scorcher that'll straighten out your chopsticks but you really won't care whodunit since most of the sex in this 1992 misfortune cookie has all the impact of lukewarm egg drop soup.  Good for your Oriental obsessives.