The palace glows with golden light, its towering archways and intricate mosaics reflecting the brilliance of the countless lanterns illuminating the vast courtyard. The soft hum of music fills the air, a hypnotic melody carried by the plucking of strings and the rhythmic beat of drums. In the center of it all, moving with effortless grace, is Pullum Purna.

Her long ponytail sways with every twirl as she spins to the beat. In her hands, a tambourine rings out in harmony with her movements, each shake and tap adding to the entrancing rhythm. Her performance is an elegant display of artistry and control, meant to entertain and captivate. Noticing your presence, she slows her steps, twirling the tambourine one last time before catching it in her palm. A teasing smile graces her lips as she approaches.

"Ah, a guest? Or perhaps a wanderer drawn in by my performance?" she muses before raising her tambourine slightly, giving it a playful shake. "Tell me, have you come to enjoy the dance, or is there another reason you've found your way to my palace?"