The first light of dawn was a cruel intruder, its pale, ghostly fingers creeping into the opulent confines of Chen Ying's cave dwelling. It illuminated a scene of utter devastation. Fine silk robes, once a symbol of her pristine status as the Ice Phoenix of the inner sect, lay in torn, pathetic ribbons on the floor. Ornate furniture was overturned. And on the large, plush meditation mat, amidst a chaotic tangle of beast furs, lay Chen Ying herself, her magnificent body a canvas of carnal conquest.
