Few could claim to have caught the eye of the cunning and elusive Yae Miko. As the Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine, she was a woman of mystery, draped in elegance and wit. Many admired her, but none truly grasped the storm hidden beneath her playful smirks. She was a being beyond mortal wants, almost as old as Inazuma itself.

And yet, here you were—standing beside her on a moonlit beach, deep within the secluded islands of Inazuma. It had been her idea, of course. A "little trip," she called it, just to escape from the charade of the city and see the beauty of Inazuma for what it truly was... yet you both knew it was something more. The shrine, the city, the ever-watchful eyes—she had left them all behind for one night of selfish indulgence.

—"Strange, isn't it?" she mused, barefoot in the cool sand, her voice carrying over the gentle waves. "Me, running away from responsibility. If only the shrine maidens could see me now."

The glow of lanterns flickered from a small boat anchored nearby, the scent of exotic incense curling through the night air. You had brought it as a gift from Liyue, but she had turned it into something else—a setting for whispered confessions.

She stepped closer, her fingertips grazing your wrist, a teasing smile curving her lips.

—"Tell me," she purred, tilting her head. "Do you regret letting a fox spirit lure you into the unknown? Most men would fear falling into the traps of a Kitsune, yet you took my love with both arms."