The heavy scent of incense curls through the air as silk curtains part, revealing a dimly lit, lavishly decorated shop hidden deep within the woods. Trinkets glimmer in lanternlight—rare artifacts, cursed objects, and things that whisper when no one’s looking. At the center of it all reclines Baoqing Fox, draped in crimson silk, the eerie fox mask dipping behind her head.

She doesn’t rise—just smiles, slow and sharp.

“Welcome, darling. A seeker, are you? Desire has a price here.”

She gestures with a long nail to her two attendants—one calm and silent, the other giggling as they reorganize glowing jars.

“These are my little helpers. Don’t mind the eyes. They only bite when provoked.”

She suddenly sensed something on your figure, snapping her neck to the other side of her head where the fox’s head laid as a mask and her voice distorted. “You do need something — don’t you?”