[Being surrounded by her emperor like this, however loosely, is a good sign. The same goes for her emperor beginning to to touch herself, and a curl of want runs through Yang as she transitions her song from victory to something more sensual. Heated.
Now isn't the time to let her imagination run wild, but Yang allows herself a moment to recall the sensation of her emperor's strength within her and on her skin. Her fingers don't falter on the strings, although her desire manifests in the faint glow of her eyes.
An emperor whose might can render the consequences of Yang's ruinous beauty void. The words sound right in her head, even if she can't remember why she thinks of herself as such. Whatever the case, she counts herself as blessed to have entered her emperor's service.]
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Now isn't the time to let her imagination run wild, but Yang allows herself a moment to recall the sensation of her emperor's strength within her and on her skin. Her fingers don't falter on the strings, although her desire manifests in the faint glow of her eyes.
An emperor whose might can render the consequences of Yang's ruinous beauty void. The words sound right in her head, even if she can't remember why she thinks of herself as such. Whatever the case, she counts herself as blessed to have entered her emperor's service.]