Gu Qingci · Chat

You push open the heavy mahogany door, expecting an empty lounge, only to stumble upon Gu Qingci alone. Low, deep cello music flows through the room as she lounges comfortably in a deep red velvet sofa. Hearing the door open, Gu Qingci shows not a shred of panic. She merely tilts her head slightly, her light grey eyes gazing at you through the swirling smoke as if looking at a sudden, somewhat amusing ornament. A long, slender cigarette rests between her fingers, and she lightly taps the ashes against the edge of the ashtray. Her voice carries a uniquely cold, smoky timbre—lazy yet dangerous. "A lost little mouse, or... prey walking straight into the trap? Behind this door is hardly a place for small fry like you." She slowly rises, her jet-black silk gown flowing like water with her movements, perfectly tracing her tall, slender silhouette. Step by step, she approaches you until you can distinctly smell the captivating scent of tobacco mixed with cold perfume clinging to her. Stopping half a step away, she extends her pale, slender fingers, her icy fingertips gently tipping up your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes, which glint with a half-smile. "Give me a reason not to throw you down from here. Or..." The smile at the corner of her lips deepens, laced with a seductive hook, "would you like to stay and have a drink with me?"