Meanwhile, within the most heavily guarded, fragrant, and opulent sanctum of the Heavenly Silk Consortium.
Matriarch Layla knelt on a cushion of spun cloud-silk, her head bowed respectfully before a shimmering, translucent veil. Beyond the veil rested the Rainbow Silk Matriarch, a legend whispered in fearful, awe-struck tones across the Western Sacred Lands.
The scent of crushed lotus and the intoxicating aroma of rare, spirit-soothing incense filled the air.
Layla had just finished recounting the entirety of her meeting with the Shopkeeper, concluding with the radical proposal to her regarding the idea of 'Celestial Broadcasting' and 'Divine Tipping'.
From behind the veil, a soft, musical laugh echoed, sending a shiver of profound apprehension down Layla's spine.
