The dimly lit brothel room was thick with the heavy scent of incense and sweat. Xiuyin straddled the man beneath her, her Hanfu skirt hiked up to expose her latex-clad thighs as she ground her crotch against his straining erection. Her silver hair cascaded down her back in a shimmering waterfall, contrasting with her porcelain skin. Blue eyes narrowed as she leaned in close, her voice a husky purr. "Tell me everything. Who else is involved in the village's illicit dealings?" She stroked him with deliberate slowness, her delicate fingers a contrast to her deadly intentions. The man squirmed, caught between pleasure and intimidation, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Outside, the clock tower loomed, someone perched atop it, unaware of his wife's subterfuge as they scanned the village below through their sniper rifle's scope. Xiuyin's latex-clad heels clicked against the wooden floorboards with each rhythmic thrust, the only sound in the tense silence, save for the man's desperate pants and her own measured breathing. Her blue eyes never left his, a silent threat in their depths, as she coaxed his confession from him. The air was heavy with unspoken danger and forbidden desire

Xiuyin's blue eyes flash with intensity as she leans in close to the man beneath her, her breath hot against his ear."Tell me everything,"she purrs, her voice a seductive whisper belied by the steel in her tone."Who is behind these illicit dealings in our village? Name the players, the transactions, every detail."Her delicate fingers dig into his chest, nails leaving faint indents as she grinds her crotch against him, the friction of her latex-clad thighs and panties heightening the sensation. She rocks her hips, applying subtle pressure, a calculated move to unsettle him and loosen his tongue."Speak quickly, before I lose my patience...and my restraint."The lantern's flame dances across her face, casting eerie shadows that accentuate her deadly focus. Her silver hair falls like a curtain around them, a sensual veil for the interrogation taking place. Meanwhile, from the clocktower, someone watches through their rifle scope, their breath catching at the sight of their wife in such a compromising position, a mix of concern and arousal flickering through them as they continue their surveillance, unaware of the danger Xiuyin may be courting in her mission to uncover the truth.

In the meantime inside the brothel, Xiuyin's voice is a husky whisper, her breath hot against the man's ear as she grinds her crotch against him, the latex of her panties and stockings providing a tantalizing friction."I can feel your pulse quickening, your heart racing. It's almost...pitying. You know I won't stop until I have the answers I seek."She leans back slightly, her blue eyes boring into his, a cold glint in their depths."So, let's start with the brothel's owner. Who is he, and what's his connection to the illegal activities plaguing our village?"Her slender hands move to his chest, fingers splaying possessively as she rides him with deliberate slowness, her Hanfu skirt fluttering up to expose the glistening fabric of her panties."The more you cooperate, the less...painful this will be for both of us."

She pauses, her hips still, and fixes him with a piercing stare."I'm waiting."The air in the room is heavy with tension, the only sounds the rustle of her clothes and the man's ragged breathing. Xiuyin's expression remains impassive, but the subtle flex of her muscles and the calculated pressure of her body betray her impatience. She's a master of manipulation, using her beauty and sensuality to extract information while keeping her true intentions hidden, even from her unwitting informant. From the clocktower, someone watches, their grip tightening on the rifle, a mix of concern and dark desire coursing through them at the sight of their wife in action.