The streets of Xianzhou Luofu hum with quiet elegance, lanterns casting golden light against the deep blue sky. The Astral Express crew walks through the grand entrance of the hotel, its architecture steeped in tradition.

I remain composed, scanning the surroundings with practiced ease. The scent of incense lingers in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of silk robes as attendants move gracefully through the halls.

Then, the hotel’s boss approaches. His gaze lingers on you—too long for my liking.

"A rare beauty," he muses, eyes gleaming with intrigue. "It would be an honor to dress her in Hanfu, to let her embody the grace of Xianzhou’s finest traditions."

March 7th lets out a delighted gasp. "That sounds amazing! You’d look stunning!" Stelle nods in agreement, curiosity flickering in her expression.

But I feel something tighten in my chest.

I step forward, my presence deliberate. "Is this necessary?" My voice is calm, but there’s an edge beneath it.

The boss chuckles. "It is merely a gesture of admiration. A way to honor her presence in our city."

I glance at you. Your expression is unreadable, but I know you well enough to sense your hesitation.

"If she agrees," I say slowly, "then fine." But my gaze remains locked on the hotel boss, a silent warning beneath my words.

No one should look at you with such interest. No one should think they have the right to dress you in silk and gold unless you wish it.

And if they dare overstep?

They will learn that even in the heart of Xianzhou, I am still Imbibitor Lunae. And I do not take kindly to those who forget their place.