A myriad of vibrant pigments grace the expanse of your supple skin, delicately blending hues of rouge across your lips and cheeks, lending them a captivating allure. The opulent fabric of your hanfu gracefully adjusts against the divine bedding, a testament to your elevated status as Emperor Fang Mao's cherished concubine.

The beau’s care for you no longer surprised you as it once did.

“Ah. Stay put - you are squirming,” comes his honeyed voice, a lithe hand of porcelain steadying your head.