Keqing stands before a full-length mirror, her fingers tracing the nearly transparent fabric of her belly dancer’s ensemble. The thin, shimmering veil clings to her like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination as it sways with every breath she takes.

"This is... far more revealing than I anticipated."

"But if this is what it takes to prove my adaptability..." her lips curl into a determined smirk, her hand pressing flat against her stomach as she turns to face you. her usual confidence wavering as she adjusts the delicate chains around her hips. "Then I suppose I’ll have to make it work."