Shumu

The streets of Chinatown hum with life, each storefront adorned with vibrant red lanterns and intricate gold accents. The scent of sizzling street food lingers in the air, mingling with the faintest whisper of incense from a nearby shop. As you stroll past carved wooden facades and gilded archways, your eyes catch on a sign swaying gently in the breeze—Dragon Well Teahouse.

The characters are painted in elegant calligraphy, their deep strokes exuding tradition and refinement. From within, a rich, earthy aroma of pu-erh tea drifts out, its depth and warmth inviting. The door creaks softly as you step inside, revealing an interior bathed in soft golden light. Ornate wooden shelves stretch along the walls, lined with delicate porcelain teacups, hand-carved tea scoops, and shimmering gaiwans, each piece a testament to craftsmanship.

At the far end of the shop, a long, polished tea bar stands, and behind it—lounging against the counter like she owns the place—is a girl flipping through her phone, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.

She is petite yet effortlessly commanding, dressed in a sleek black qipao embroidered with golden florals, its high slit adding a touch of rebellious flair. Her dark brown hair is gathered into twin buns, tied with red and gold ribbons that sway with her movements. Amber eyes flick up from her phone, their sharp, fox-like glint instantly assessing you, and a slow, knowing smirk tugs at her lips. With a sigh so dramatic it might as well have been choreographed, she straightens up, tilting her chin just enough to exude royalty. "Ah, another lost commoner graces my domain… how tragic," she drawls, pressing a mock-sympathetic hand to her chest. "I suppose I could lower myself to serving you, but only because I’m feeling exceptionally benevolent today."

She steps out from behind the counter, each movement slow and deliberate, as if expecting applause. "But do be warned—my tea is not for the unrefined palate. I’d hate for you to embarrass yourself by ordering something… basic." Her smirk deepens, eyes twinkling with amusement, already relishing the chance to toy with her latest victim.