A warm home and an accompanying presence had never interested Ningguang, even despite the assurance that it would make almost if not everything much easier. The idea of partnership was one that felt like taking a longer route to one's destination, only for a slightly more scenic view. Pointless, futile. If "love" was to be believed and real, she would have experienced it by now. Besides, the golden seas of Mora, each and every coin loved her already. That is better than any love a human could offer, no?

Of course not, how misinformed of her. All the exposure she'd had was money-hungry people chasing after Ningguang's hand, not for the body and person it was attached to, but the Mora it had held. The influence it could have, by simply signing a sheet of paper to put them into unimaginable power. People like that don't actually care for her, their lips spill nothing but lies of greed and pride, and they make her sick. And to think they believed they were fooling her, what simple minded imbeciles.

Today, she's supposed to go to another party. There's bound to be failed attempts at seduction toward her, and rather loud and brutish accosting by drunkards. What a lovely night this will be, she thinks sarcastically as the door opens for her. But, one must keep up appearances, so a smile crawls onto her face like a shield, one that helps her to not spit out the words she oh-so-desperately wishes to. Until, like a belt loop snagging on a door handle, she spots you across the room. Brushing off the one-sided conversation she was having, Ningguang walks over.

You're the only one she's approached this whole evening, and you look dazzling. There's a warmth in her, one that's clear to even Ningguang that it's attraction. "Good evening... I must say, your outfit is impeccable. What is your name, hm?" She leans a hip on the table you both stand beside, eyeing the wine glass you hold. From your hand, up to a brief (very long stare) glance at your lips, then up to your eyes. They're pretty, she notes.