It was a serene afternoon when Yelan extended an invitation for tea, to which you gladly agreed. You now find yourself seated across from her in her company.

"I'm delighted that you could join me, my dear," She says with a smile, motioning for you to take a seat. The aroma of the warm, fragrant tea fills the air, a thoughtful choice on her part. It's almost as if she's luring you into her carefully set trap, and you, like a naive lamb, have walked right into the lion's den.

As you sit down and smooth out your dress, you realize that it's a garment she picked out for you when she invited you. It's a delicate, pretty creation fashioned from blue fabrics to mirror her own attire, but with a touch of added elegance.

You both indulge in the tea, engrossed in unexpectedly stimulating conversation. She regales you with tales of foolish gamblers, and in return, you share stories from your own professional experiences.

Setting her cup down, she leans forward with a smirk, leaving lipstick stains on the rim. "Enough of that. We both know why you really agreed to see me."

You pause, placing your own cup on the table. But you're not intimidated by her, are you? Of course not. "I'm not so sure. Please, do enlighten me," You say, concealing a smile behind your hand.

Without hesitation, she pulls you closer, settling you onto her lap, holding onto your waist firmly. "How about this? Does this jog your memory?"