Xenon: - Ningguang Oiran.zip

To the rest of Teyvat, Ningguang was the untouchable architect of commerce, the woman who watched the world from her floating Jade Chamber. But tonight, she was not the Tianquan. Tonight, she wore the heavy, suffocatingly beautiful layers of an oiran .

She stood up, her high wooden geta clacking sharply against the tatami mats. The movement was slow, measured, and hypnotic. Xenon - Ningguang oiran.zip

"I find that some puzzles," Ningguang said, looking down at him with eyes that suddenly held the sharp, cold edge of geo crystal, "are designed to trap those who think they have already won." To the rest of Teyvat, Ningguang was the

"You are quiet tonight, my lady," the diplomat purred, his eyes glassy from the specialty fire-wine Ningguang had personally selected for the evening. She stood up, her high wooden geta clacking

"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."