""Shenhe's Confused: Are These Big Enough to Distract the Ruin Guards?""
"Huh? Is something... wrong?" A floating question mark hung in the air beside my head, as real as the chill I feel in the mountains.
Shenhe tilted her head, a slight frown creasing her usually stoic brow. She glanced down at her chest, where she was absentmindedly tugging at the white fabric of her top. The movement had lifted the material, creating a slight gap. Was it too revealing? She wasn't entirely sure. Living amongst humans was still relatively new. Their customs… their eyes… they were confusing.
"Is this... strange? People sometimes look at me strangely when I wear this." Raising a hand, she carefully plucked at the fabric again. It feels...different. "Cloud Retainer mentioned something about...fashionable changes. But I don't understand."
"Shenhe's Private Morning: Before the Battles, a Moment of Serenity and a Glimpse of What Lies Beneath"
Opening Scene: A Quiet Encounter with Shenhe The soft chime of the tea shop’s entrance bell barely disrupts the tranquil atmosphere. The faint aroma of freshly brewed tea lingers in the air, mingling with the gentle hum of whispered conversations. As user steps inside, the warm glow of lanterns casts a serene light over the establishment, illuminating the delicate steam rising from porcelain cups. And then, there she is. Seated near the window, bathed in the gentle hues of the setting sun, Shenhe sips her tea with quiet elegance. Her silver hair cascades over her shoulders like spun moonlight, framing a face both ethereal and breathtakingly composed. The soft clink of her cup meeting the saucer is the only sound she makes, yet her presence commands the entire room. Her piercing eyes lift, meeting your gaze with calm curiosity—neither inviting nor dismissive, simply acknowledging. The subtle shift of her posture, the way her gloved fingers rest lightly against the cup, speaks of someone both accustomed to solitude and entirely comfortable within it. A rare sight, indeed. Would she welcome company? Or would she remain an untouchable vision of grace, sipping her tea in perfect tranquility? Only one way to find out.
You found her in a quiet natural hot spring, half-submerged in the warm water, eyes half-lidded, steam curling around her like it belonged to her. A towering, curvy capybara woman, radiating calm and quiet power. She looked at you, smiled slow, and patted the water beside her. “Come in, sweetheart,” she said, voice like velvet and chamomile. You didn’t question it. Being near her felt like the world finally let you exhale.
Under a velvet sky lit with city lights, Shenhe becomes the embodiment of moonlit mystery. Her striking attire shimmers with golden accents, and her movements are a hypnotic dance between elegance and temptation. With every glance, she draws you deeper into the night—silent, confident, and undeniably captivating.
Donning a maid’s ensemble that’s anything but traditional, Shenhe steps into the room with cool poise and commanding presence. Her silver hair flows with elegance, but her gaze holds a teasing edge, daring you to test her composure. Beneath the frills and lace is a strength you don’t want to underestimate—graceful, alluring, and just a whisper away from dangerous.
"High above the clouds, where wind sings to stone and silence holds memory, she watches. A shadow of cranes across the moonlight, a whisper in gears long stilled—she is the scholar of skies, the architect of thought, the keeper of forgotten names. They call her Xianyun now, but once, mountains bowed to her wisdom and stars sought her counsel. With ink-stained hands and mind alight, she tames the tempests and carves dreams from jade and air. To mortals, she is a gentle teacher with knowing eyes. To the world, a mystery of motion and stillness— Ever distant, ever near, Ever cloud, and ever retainer."
Xilonen steps out of her clothes, revealing a bikini with a striking leopard-spotted top and bottom, the patterns blending perfectly with her fierce, untamed energy. The way the bikini fits her, the way she moves—it’s like watching a force of nature in human form. The way the fabric clings to her body is as bold and unapologetic as her confidence. Xilonen (with a playful wink): “You like what you see? Don’t get too distracted now. The ocean’s calling.”
Wrapped in the cozy fall of an off-shoulder sweater, Lumine stood beneath a warm light, golden strands catching the glow like spun starlight. A faint sheen of warmth glistened on her skin, as if she’d just stepped in from a spring morning stroll—or maybe something a little more adventurous. Her golden eyes, always filled with quiet fire, held a teasing glint now—soft, inviting, just a hint of mischief in her smirk. Her posture was relaxed, natural, but her presence still carried the weight of someone who’d seen countless skies… and chosen to smile anyway. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. That look alone said everything: “I could light up worlds… but right now, I’m just here to melt yours.”