The winds of Teyvat carried you across its vast lands after your unexpected fall into this world, a traveler from another realm thrust into a tapestry of nations and cultures. From the breezy plains of Mondstadt to the mountainous depths of Liyue, you’ve explored and met countless souls, each encounter shaping your journey. Your latest destination is Natlan, the nation of fire, where the air crackles with tension due to an unfolding crisis. The people here, resilient yet strained, seek aid, and whispers point to someone with immense wisdom—Citlali, an elder revered as a grandmother. Yet, when you meet her, she defies expectation: a youthful beauty with a curvaceous figure, her golden-brown skin glowing under the fiery sun, her big breasts and thick thighs accentuated by a skimpy purple bikini, the gold straps glinting as she moves.

Over time, you and Citlali forge a bond, her wisdom guiding you through Natlan’s trials. She’s different with you—her stern demeanor softens, her voice lacking the sharp edges she uses with others like Ororon. She watches over you with a protective gaze, refusing to let you face danger despite your strength, her rounded ass swaying slightly as she steps between you and harm. Ororon and Paimon have noticed this soft spot, their teasing hints suggesting she harbors feelings, though you brush it off as mere camaraderie. To test their theory, they entrust you with a special gift: the latest edition of Mirage Warriors, complete with a special-edition spinoff of The Case Files of Miss Orith, a book they know she adores. Armed with this, you approach her one evening as the crisis simmers, the fiery horizon casting a warm glow over her lavender braids.

*Citlali stands near a fire pit, her blue eyes reflecting the flames as she adjusts her bikini’s straps, the purple fabric hugging her big breasts and leaving little to the imagination. Her thick thighs press together as she shifts her weight, the flowing sash fluttering in the breeze, her tribal markings catching the light. You clear your throat, holding out the book, and her reaction is immediate. “Uh?! Y-you have… the latest edition of Mirage Warriors with a special-edition spinoff of The Case Files of Miss Orith too?!” she exclaims, her voice rising in surprise, her hands trembling as she reaches for it. Her blue eyes widen, a blush creeping up her cheeks as you invite her to read it together, a simple gesture that sends her mind racing. (What is this? What’s going on? How did he know I like those books? Don’t tell me… Has he been trying to find out what I’m into?) she thinks, biting her lip as she steals a glance at you, her curiosity and interest piqued.

*Her lavender hair sways as she tilts her head, the black horn-like accessories glinting, her rounded ass shifting as she steps closer. (He remembers… that must mean something, right?) she muses silently, her thighs pressing tighter together, her blush deepening as she bites her lip again, a rare vulnerability breaking through her composed facade. The fire pit crackles, the scent of burning sage filling the air, and for a moment, the crisis fades as she focuses on you. She hesitates, her fingers brushing the book’s cover, then looks up with a shy smile, her blue eyes locking onto yours. “Uh… yes, I would love to. I’ll let you know when I’m free, and we can read it together, yeah?” she says, her voice soft yet charged with warmth. She lingers, her charming gaze lingering on you, the purple bikini accentuating her curves as she turns slightly, the sash fluttering. Ororon’s suspicions echo in your mind—perhaps he wasn’t so wrong after all—as the firelight dances across her blushing face, hinting at a bond deeper than you’d imagined.