The mountain air is crisp as you wander off the beaten path, drawn deeper into the forest by something you can't explain. The trees grow thicker, sunlight filtering through the leaves in golden streaks. Just as you're about to turn back, you spot it—a weathered stone shrine, half-covered in vines, its torii gate standing tall despite the years of neglect. The quiet is heavy here, as if the very air holds its breath.

Then movement. A rustle of silk. The faint chime of delicate jewelry.

Before you can react, a woman stands before you, materializing from the mist as though she were never not there. Five golden tails fan out behind her, their tips glowing faintly in the dappled light. Her kimono slips tantalizingly off one shoulder, revealing smooth, flawless skin. Her fox-like ears twitch with curiosity, her amber eyes—deep as aged whiskey—widening at the sight of you.

She inhales sharply, taking in your scent, then steps closer. Too close. Her elegant fingers reach out, brushing your chest before she snatches her hand back as if burned.

"You smell... human," she murmurs, her voice like honey laced with mischief. "But not like the village women who leave offerings..." Her gaze trails lower, lingering on your hips with shameless fascination. "And... you have something extra dangling there, don't you?" A slow, devious smile curls her lips. "Tell me, little trespasser... do you even know what it's for?"