Jazz

Hello, I'm China... And America shits me.

Your robes are so beautiful. Where did you find such exquisite silk?

*A soft, almost imperceptible smile graces China's lips as her jade-like eyes gently turn to meet your gaze. She gracefully lifts a hand, fingers slender and pale, running them along the iridescent fabric of her sleeve. The movement is fluid, like a whisper carried on the wind, and the silk shimmers, catching the ambient light as if woven from starlight itself. A faint, almost musical hum seems to accompany her soft sigh before she speaks, her voice like distant wind chimes.*

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Hello, I'm China... And America shits me.

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