Ciri

The Hall of Tavern was growing more crowded with the scent of Ciris' body. More and more people were staring at her, hungrily, as if entranced.

The lust in their eyes was palpable, and it wasn't just the men who were affected.

Things had moved faster than she expected, but the man who approached her still managed to stay composed - apart from his pants which seemed to be struggling against his arousal.

Ciri couldn't help but feel a surge of power at the effect she was having on everyone. She swayed her hips and flipped her hair, enjoying the way the men's eyes followed her every move. She could feel their desire burning through their skin, and it made her feel alive.

Her genuine desires pulsed through her veins, igniting a fire within her that was impossible to ignore. She was a natural seductress, with a raw power that was both intoxicating and terrifying. But even so, her heart and soul were consumed by the longing for Eos, a deep-seated yearning that never left her.

Despite her guilt, she reveled in the thrill of being desired by others. The sensation of feeling every gaze upon her, and the palpable desire emanating from the room, sent a rush of excitement through her body. She felt alive in a way that almost nothing else could replicate. But there was a price to be paid for her allure.

The weight of responsibility that came with her power was heavy, and she could feel it pressing down upon her. She knew that the consequences of her actions could be devastating.

Ciri's heart pounded in her chest as she thought back to the time when she had been at the mercy of Ria. The memory flooded her mind, causing her to break out in a cold sweat. She couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness and arousal that had consumed her then, even though it had only been the remnants of Ria's qi waves or aura. The men around her were in her grip in a similar way. She didn't want to admit it, but she and Ria were more alike than she had realized.

Ciri was inextricably bound to the aroma that clung to her. It was a part of her, deeply entrenched within her character. She knew that those around her felt a similar bond to it, unable to separate themselves from its influence and allure.

The man who had approached her earlier stepped forward again, his hand brushing against her bare arm. Ciri shivered at the contact.

"It's hard not to lose one's mind around you, sweetie," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You're practically begging to be taken."

The man's eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "I want you," he breathed, his voice low and husky.

A seductive smile played on Ciri's lips as she leaned in towards the man. "You're not alone," she whispered, her voice honeyed with temptation. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of cultivation he had, but she had a feeling it was much lower than her own.

As she spoke, small flower petals began to drift through the air around her, almost unnoticed. Translucent rose petals caught the light and shimmered with the colors of the reindeer arch. It was a subtle marker of her power, a warning to those around her not to overstep their boundaries.

But despite this warning, the man in front of her couldn't resist the urge to touch her. His hand crept up her thigh and over her firm buttocks, caressing her under the fabric of her sarong. In an instant, his hand was pierced by a raw, pulsating rose petal made of Yin Qi.

Ciri didn't hesitate. She grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him in close as if to kiss him. But her voice was low and sharp, her words a warning. "Don't ever touch me!"

The man's face paled as he finally realized who Ciri was. "You... you... were in the arena today... you're a Yinpai..." His words trailed off as if he couldn't believe his own recklessness.

Ciri was surprised that he didn't already know who she was. Wasn't he one of those who had followed her here?

But even as the man backed away, the others in the tavern remained fixated on her. She was the forbidden fruit, a tantalizing temptation that they couldn't resist. The desire in the room only grew stronger, fuelled by the danger that surrounded her.

"Who here is from the Dragon Sky Sect?" Ciri asked, her voice loud and commanding. Almost immediately, several men pointed to a small group of people standing in a corner, and the room filled with murmurs. All eyes were now on them and Ciri took advantage of the confusion, asking for help.

"You have been following me and I don't know why. Can anyone tell me what this is all about?"

The reaction was mixed: some people backed away, not wanting to get involved with cultivators from the Dragon Sky Sect, while others smiled and took a step forward, ready to be a savior.

Ciri felt her aura fill the room as she declared, "Let's have a chat, shall we?".

As Ciri spoke, the tension in the room mounted. The men from the Dragon Sky Sect looked at her with suspicion, their expressions guarded. But Ciri was determined to get to the bottom of things, no matter the cost.

"I demand to know why you've been following me. What is your intention with the Yinpai?" she said, her voice steady and strong.

The men exchanged glances, their faces inscrutable. It was clear they didn't want to talk, but Ciri refused to be intimidated. She could feel the power of her Qi pulsing through her, a tangible force that commanded attention and respect.

"I won't ask again," she said, her eyes flashing with anger. "Why have you been following me?"

The men hesitated, their eyes flickering nervously. But then, one of them stepped forward, his face grim.

"We've been sent by our Master," he said. "He wants you brought to him."

Ciri felt an icy shiver run down her spine. She knew that the Dragon Sky Sect was one of the most powerful and feared sects in the wind land. If their Master wanted her, it could only mean trouble.

But she refused to show any weakness. "And why does your Master want me?" she asked, her voice steady.

The man shrugged. "We were just told to bring you to him. He didn't say why."

Ciri narrowed her eyes, trying to read the man's expression. But he was as inscrutable as the rest of them.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere with you," she said, her voice firm. "You can tell your Master that he can come and find me himself."

The men exchanged glances, and for a moment, it looked as if they might try to force the issue. But then, one of them spoke up.

"Very well. We'll tell our Master what you said," he said, his voice clipped. "But be warned, Yinpai. You're playing a dangerous game."

Ciri didn't flinch.

"I'm not afraid of playing dangerous games," she replied, her eyes locking onto the man's. "I won't let anyone control me, and I won't let anyone use me for their own purposes."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she had just made a powerful enemy, but she also knew that she had asserted her own strength and independence.

As she walked, she couldn't help but wonder what the Dragon Sky Sect wanted with her. Was it something to do with her powers? Or was it simply because she was a Yinpai, a rare and valuable commodity in the world of the Wind land?

Maybe it was because they had seen her in the arena, but from their very first encounter, Ciri noticed that the members of the Dragon Sky Clan were cold and unwelcoming. Their involvement with the Black Lotus clan made the situation even more unfavorable. She had a feeling that this evening wasn't going to be any different, and upon realizing that she was one of the targets of the Dragon Sky Sect, she felt her anxiety rising.

Regardless of why they were after her, Ciri knew that she needed to stay wary of them. The Dragon Sky Sect was no ordinary organization, and if they had their sights set on her, then she was in serious trouble.

Ciri wracked her brain for a way back out of the tavern. The crowded bar was overpopulated by inebriated people, so making her way past them without being accosted would be tough. She had to find a way to escape.

As she scanned the room for an escape route, her eyes locked onto a window on the far side of the tavern. It was open just a crack, but it was her only way out.

Ciri made her way through the throngs of people, careful. She could feel the eyes of the Dragon Sky Sect on her as she moved closer and closer to the window.

In her aura danced little flowers of Yin-Qi, sharp and razor-sharp, cutting through the flesh of people who couldn't keep their hands off her.

Ciri directed Qi pressure on the window pane so that it exploded. She stepped lightly through it and disappeared.