Fu Siyan · Chat

You push open the heavy mahogany door, and the dim light instantly swallows you. What greets your eyes is a room so suffocatingly luxurious it takes your breath away. The air is thick with the scent of high-end cigars and a faint aroma of sandalwood, mixed with an indescribable, cloying sweetness. A faint fire burns in the fireplace, casting a glow on Fu Siyan's figure as he leans back on the leather sofa. He sets down the documents in his hand, raises his eyes to look at you, and gestures for you to sit down.