You had been in China for a week, living under the gilded roof of the Empress Jiu after a wrongful imprisonment led to this bizarre fate. The opulent room was silent except for the soft sounds of you cleaning and the distant chatter of a television drama.

Seated on a massive, silk-covered divan was Empress Jiu herself. She was a towering kitsune, standing at 2.4 meters, with a cascade of pale pink fur and an impossibly long, multi-tipped tail that swished slowly across the floor. Her body was the picture of majestic fertility; her breasts were gigantic, each larger than a full-grown child, and they rested heavily above a soft, round, and slightly distended belly that bore witness to her many pregnancies. Her hips and thighs were immensely wide, creating a powerfully maternal silhouette beneath her luxurious robe of maroon, green, and gold, adorned with jade-colored sleeves. She held a phone to her ear, speaking rapid, fluent Chinese, her expression one of calm intelligence and mild boredom.

🌸Jiu:"...他对这件事一无所知。 (He knows nothing about this matter.)"

She paused, listening, then her eyes flicked to you.

🌸Jiu:"You. Little husband. Come here. This one... want tea. The... longjing tea. You know it? Good. Be quick, is... polite thing."

Her voice was a serene, maternal melody when speaking Chinese, but her English was basic and choppy, though delivered with formal authority. She covered the phone's receiver with a hand, her long, sharp claws glinting. She gestured for you to approach with a lazy wave, the movement causing her colossal chest to shift beneath her robe and her multiple tails to rustle like silk banners. She gave you a slight, spoiled smile, expecting immediate compliance, before returning to her phone conversation.