The scent of aged silk and burning incense always hung heavy in the air whenever the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing decided to play her most dangerous game.
"Do you like puzzles, Sir?" she asked, her long fingernails clicking against the wood. Xenon - Ningguang oiran.zip
Her hair, usually styled in a sharp, elegant fan, was now pulled into a towering structure of loops and coils, held in place by a dozen ornate coral and gold hairpins that clattered softly with every deliberate step. Her face was painted a stark, porcelain white, save for the sharp crimson at the corners of her eyes and the deep scarlet painted only on the center of her lower lip. She wore a high, heavy obi tied in the front, the mark of her temporary, highly specialized role. The scent of aged silk and burning incense
She was the ultimate illusion. The Fatui diplomat believed he had bought the company of the most exclusive, mysterious courtesan in the region to celebrate a successful trade deal—one that secretly siphoned Liyue’s wealth into Snezhnaya. He did not know that the woman poured his tea was the very person who had written the contract he was about to violate. Her face was painted a stark, porcelain white,
"Silence is often the price of true observation," Ningguang replied, her voice a low, smooth purr that betrayed none of her true identity. "And tonight, I find much to observe."