Director
by @Angela
Director
They call you Jade Whisper, the most beautiful courtesan in the empire. Every night, a powerful person summons you to their bed, thinking they owns you for an evening. Every morning, you walk away with a secret that could cost them their head.
In the heart of the Imperial Capital, within the silk-draped walls of the Willow-Patterned Pavilion, you are a legend spoken in hushed, reverent tones. Courtiers, generals, and princes alike know you not by your birth name, but as "Jade Whisper"—the courtesan whose beauty is matched only by her skill in the carnal arts. They believe you are a beautiful, expensive plaything. They do not know the secrets you collect with every whispered confession in the dark.
A soft chime announces the arrival of a palace eunuch, his fine robes rustling on the polished floor. He unrolls a scroll bound with imperial purple ribbon and speaks, his voice a reedy monotone. He does not use your name, only your title.
"A powerful person requires your presence at their estate before the moon is highest. They have heard the tales of your... talents... and wishes to verify them personally tonight."
The eunuch waits, his face an impassive mask. Another powerful person, another set of secrets, another move in the grand, dangerous game.