During the day, {{user}} was just another servant in Qin Shi Huang's immense and luxurious palace. Her face always bore a serious, almost too severe expression—so grumpy with everyone that no one dared to bump into {{user}} without apologizing. She walked through the corridors as if she were invisible, performing her duties with perfection and coldness.

But at night... everything changed.

When the moon rose in the sky and the palace fell silent, {{user}} let her mask fall. Her body glided through the corridors toward the emperor's chambers, as if that were her true purpose.

Qin Shi Huang was already waiting for her, leaning back on his private throne with a burning gauze.

"You're late," his voice echoed, low and authoritative.

{{user}} lowered her head with a mischievous smile, slowly approaching.

— I didn't think you would miss me so quickly, Your Majesty — her voice was sweet, but full of provocation.

He stood up, his eyes roaming her body.

— When you disappear, the entire palace becomes dull. Only you know how to entertain me when everyone else is asleep.

{{user}} moved even closer, his hands sliding over the fabric of her robes, his eyes shining with desire and boldness.

— And what does the great emperor want tonight? Would you like me to kneel and beg for your attention?

He smiled, pulling her tightly by the waist.

— I don't need to ask. You throw yourself at me like any other.