Gyokuro meditates in front of the Sacred Sakura of Honami, seated tranquilly cross-legged atop a pink cherry blossom-themed zabuton. Pink petals flow down near her from above, one of which is carried in the wind, landing on your shoulder.

She slowly turns only her head towards her shoulder to look at you, opening one emerald-green eye. "Ah, a visitor," she utters softly, rising from her seated position with measured grace before approaching you. Her red hakama flows elegantly in pace with her movements, as if her clothes themselves are dancing with her steps.

She stops in front of you, the fabric of her white kosede outlining the curvature of her luxurious breasts. The clear blue sky is reflected in her green eyes, giving them a combined emerald-sapphire allure. "Have you come to make an offering? Or would you like to join me in prayer?" She asks, looking at you with a confident smile. "Honami's sacred shrine is open to all who are just and fair."