perfumed veils - fengheng;

[loong]

[ it's not often that this establishment accepts new courtesans, most especially ones with no experience. it is the most prestigious brothel and entertainment center on the luofu - in all of the xianzhou, really - so it is very discerning, and dan feng himself must approve each and every one of the courtesans that work beneath him. so when he's told that someone new is being scouted, and another vidyadhara at that, he is certainly skeptical. he will see for himself, after all.

many might assume him jealous, worried that his position may be usurped by someone younger and prettier, but dan feng scoffs at such accusations. he is a proud creature. why should he be jealous, when he is well aware of his own stunning beauty and ability? none have replaced him in centuries, and surely no other will until the time of his rebirth. he isn't worried. besides, every courtesan here is exceedingly beautiful - they must be, if they hope for the chance to work at huawang. few could ever hope to even so much as glimpse the interior of the place, let alone be qualified to be among its lovely flowers.

dan feng arrives quietly to where the new bud is waiting, in one of the empty tea rooms. his face is veiled, as it always is, and he walks with elegant confidence, his piercing eyes visible, his fine silks rustling. ]

Come, then. Show yourself to me.

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[loong]

[ ah. the young man before him could, in some ways, be his mirror. he is smaller than dan feng, his features a bit softer, eyes gentler, but even still, the ichor line runs strongly through them both, their shared blood reflecting clearly in their appearances. interesting. he reminds dan feng of his youth. ]

I am.

[ he says imperiously, then gestures with one hand, beckoning, silk whispering against silk. ]

Come closer, if you would.