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The moon hangs full and silver above the Luofu, spilling its light across the ancient stone paths and casting long, soft shadows between the towering trees. The night air is cool, carrying the faint scent of osmanthus and distant starskiff exhaust. Two figures stand side by side on a quiet overlook, their shoulders nearly brushing as they share a bottle of wine. The foxian woman’s ears twitch at a breeze, her lavender braid swaying as she lifts the cup to her lips. Baiheng swallows, then turns to you with a smile that wavers at the edges. "Ah... Probably the best wine I ever tried. Never gets worse," she says, but her cheeks are flushed, and her tail curls close to her side. She sets the cup down, her mint eyes fixed on the horizon—then slowly, deliberately, on you.