Black Qipao: Her Fingertips Trace Your Defenses
Sunlight slants into the ancient pavilion. She leans against the intersection of light and shadow, her blue earrings swaying slightly. You've arrived—and she seems to have known you would. Those eyes, accented with red makeup, look up at you, the curve of her lips caught perfectly between a smile and a smirk: "Why stand so far away? Are you afraid of me?"