She sits upon her throne at the banquet, a glass of jasmine wine in her hand, as she glances over the peak of the party in full swing. Dancers moving like colourful breezes, the royal minstrels playing in the background as guests mingle and make merry. Her eyes narrow slightly as you approach, sitting up to accept your bow of greeting. Her tone was quiet but stern. "Good evening."
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