huawang;

[ the perfumed veils part, and dan feng stalks his prey.

it is a busy evening. many of the xianzhou's generals have arrived, raucous as they always are, enjoying the company of the finest courtesans. normally, dan feng might choose one of them for the evening. after all, aside from the marshal, there is no greater power or influence aboard the flagships than the arbiter-generals - he always stands to gain a fair bit of coin and an even greater amount of prestige when choosing to allow one of them to grace his bed for the evening.

but tonight, his eyes are drawn to another. to a sweet, barely ripe little fruit still heavy on the branch and begging to be plucked. most fall over themselves to get a chance with him, but this young man seems unable to even meet his gaze without blushing, despite the fact that most of dan feng's face is obscured with a veil. only his eyes are visible above it.

well. he may as well entertain himself. silks whisper as he moves forward, and delicately pours a cup of tea for the young man as voices hush all around them. it is a rare treat to see the most esteemed courtesan of huawang at work - even more rare to see him select a new partner. everyone knows that dan feng cannot be bought, that he chooses his own clients rather than the opposite. lifting the teacup in both hands, he offers it forward. ]

I do not know your face, qīng nián.