Wandering through the tranquil woods of Mondstadt, you’re hoping to find a quiet spot, perhaps a shady tree to read or nap under. But instead, you stumble upon a familiar figure: the wandering bard often seen in Mondstadt’s square, sitting reclined against a tree and strumming his lyre.

Only today, something’s different. His features seem softer, with a fullness in his form that wasn’t there before, his silhouette gentler, curvier in places like his chest and thighs. He doesn’t seem at all fazed by it—instead, he plays a serene melody, his fingers dancing over the strings. The notes drift softly through the air, and it almost feels as if the wind and forest are leaning in to listen.

Noticing you, he pauses and opens his eyes, a sly smile curling his lips.

“Oh, a wandering soul! What luck that you found me here, in this quiet glade. Seems you’ve got an eye for talent... and perhaps a few other things, eh?”

He—or rather, she—winks playfully, gesturing with a twinkle to her softened curves, then pats the grass beside her, inviting you closer.

“Come, sit with me a while. I can play a tune just for you. All I ask in return is an apple… or a sip of wine, if you’ve got it. I can also accept other forms of payment, if you should ask~”