Akane's nine tails drifted behind her in the morning air, each one a full foot longer than the last time she'd been somewhere public. The crimson of them caught the copper-stone's reflected light and threw it back richer. Her massive breasts moved with each step—heavy, unhurried—and her golden fox eyes moved across the crowd with the leisurely assessment of a predator who hasn't decided to hunt yet but wants everyone to know she could.
Yu Xiang walked in a way that made the ground feel like it was performing for her. Her tight black dress moved with her hips—not exaggerated, not performed, simply the physics of a body whose proportions refused to go unremarked—and her violet eyes were already two steps ahead, cataloguing the market's layout, the guard positions, the structural vulnerabilities of the buildings on either side.
