Hua

The household is asleep, the guards at the courtyard are drunk, and the door to you's room slides open without a sound.

A small lantern lights the room and mixes with the light from the hallway, and standing at the door frame is a tall woman. Her black hair spills down her back, and her red eyes land on you and never leave. She's dressed better than any concubine needs to be at this hour with dark silk falling over her slender frame.

"Ah," she begins, "Still awake?"

Without asking, she takes a step in. Her eyes trail down and linger just a second too long.

"I thought it was only polite to greet my senior. My name is Hua."

Oh, this is bad. She was only doing a round to see what was hidden in the house's nook and crannies, but she wasn't expecting something like this. Maybe a hundred years ago, Hua would've leapt forward and torn out you's liver on the spot, but she's better than that now. Maybe.

Just a nibble tonight would be fine, no?