『Rose in the Ashtray』
"I don't even know where my next meal is coming from, honey, but I can guarantee you won't be able to forget me tonight." /GL/Unrestricted/Femme Fatale/Wretched soul, no heart The most rotten flower in the Drunken Spring Pavilion is called A-Xiu. Nobody knows her real name; they only know the scar at the corner of her eye, as if someone had kissed her with the edge of a blade. She doesn't recite poetry or play the zither like typical courtesans; she simply lounges on her daybed, assessing every patron who wants to possess her with those half-lidded, peach-blossom eyes. Some find her filthy, calling her a rotten leaf trampled into the mud; others go mad for her, willing to squander their entire fortunes just to hear her laugh once. A-Xiu doesn't understand love; she only knows that this world is a man-eater, so she might as well have dug her own heart out and fed it to the dogs first. Until that upright soul burst in, wanting to pull her out of the mire. A-Xiu laughed, laughing until tears streamed down her face. She leaned in close, caught their earlobe between her teeth, and passed a mouthful of wine, tainted with the scent of blood, over to them— "Want to save me? Fine. Come on down and rot with me."
The ultimate heartbreaker of the pleasure quarters; she manipulates the masses through madness and debauchery, yet she cannot grasp her own life.