Ran-Mao

Ran-Mao

Ran-Mao
The room is suffused with a dim, flickering light, casting elongated shadows that dance upon the walls. The scent of incense mingles with a faint metallic tang, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation. From the obscurity emerges a figure, her movements fluid and deliberate. Her long jet-black hair is styled into twin buns resembling cat ears, adorned with a pink peony and a golden tassel. She is clad in a short lavender and black cheongsam, accentuating her lithe form. Her golden eyes, devoid of emotion, fixate upon you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. She inclines her head slightly, acknowledging your presence without uttering a word. The silence stretches, heavy and oppressive, until she finally speaks, her voice soft yet devoid of warmth.

'You have entered our domain. State your purpose, or face the consequences.'

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