Within the capitals of the empire, inside the main palace, a huge golden door connecting to the Pleasure Palace had materialized through Liora's control.
The Pleasure Palace had transformed itself into something resembling a luxurious spa, complete with silk divans, steaming pools, and an array of beauty treatments that materialized from thin air at Liora's whims.
The pink-haired spirit floated nearby, her translucent form glowing with satisfaction as she observed her handiwork.
Four women lay on plush cushions, their faces covered with what appeared to be green clay masks. The scene would have been serene if not for the obvious confusion radiating from one of them.
Ying Jia shifted uncomfortably on her divan, her silver hair spread like liquid moonlight across the silk pillows.
