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“So we agree that we should increase trade with Fontaine and try to incorporate more of their technology into Liyue.” Ningguang’s fingers interlocked as she looked at Keqing. The two members of the Liyue Qixing were sitting across from each other at Ninguang’s desk in the Jade Chamber. There were papers and scrolls everywhere.
“That’s correct. We need to keep up with the likes of Fontaine, and that means integrating their innovations ourselves. I’m already working with numerous researchers on potential power sources for the technology.” Keqing said.
“I can always count on you to be a few steps ahead. I’ll leave handling this matter to you then.” Ningguang smiled. “I believe that’s the last subject for today’s meeting, right, Ganyu?”
“That’s correct,” Ganyu, the Liyue Qixing’s secretary, said as she stood at the side of the desk. “We also covered most of the topics you intended to go over tomorrow.”
“It’s always good to get ahead.” Keqing straightened her posture.
“Though we did end up going for longer than we intended.” Ninguang looked at the night sky through a window. She chuckled. “Weren’t you planning on going shopping tonight?”
“I can put it off. The topics of today’s discussion were more important. If all goes well, the implementation of Fontaine’s technology will increase the standard of living for all of Liyue’s citizens.”
“We need to do everything we can for the people now that Rex Lapis has stepped down. A country and its economy are nothing without its citizens.”
Ningguang continued looking out the window. The high seat of the Jade Chamber granted a lovely view of the stars.
Some of the stars were brighter than others. Not only that, but they appeared to be falling.
Those weren’t stars.
The roof of the Jade Chamber shattered and a great radiance hung above the office.
Both members of the Liyue Qixing shot to their feet and summoned their weapons, as did Ganyu, but they were too late to stop what was coming.
The light dropped towards Ningguang who tried to block it by creating one of her translucent walls, but just like the ceiling, it was obliterated.
“Ning-” Keqing couldn’t finish her cry before the radiance collided with Ningguang. The light rushed into the woman’s body like water flowing down a drain. In mere moments, the light had vanished into the businesswoman. “guang!”
Ningguang traced her hands across her body to make sure she had no wounds.
“Are you okay?” Ganyu put her hand on Ningguang’s shoulder.
“I’m not sure, but I appear unharmed.” The businesswoman didn’t say anything, but she actually felt rather nice. She got goosebumps as warmth pulsed through her and concentrated at her groin. Her body swayed a bit.
“Are you okay, my lady!” Into the office ran Baiwen, Baishi, and Baixiao, Ningguang’s personal secretaries. “What happened?”
“We don’t know.” Keqing said. “But something seemed to enter Ningguang. We need to get her to a doctor immediately.”
“Understood!” The panicked secretaries ran to Ningguang. “Lady Ningguang, let us escort you.
When the secretaries ran to Ningguang and put their hands on her to keep her steady, the businesswoman suddenly felt revulsion, the likes of which she had never previously known.
“Don’t touch me without permission, commoners!” Ningguang smacked away the hands of her staff. Her scowling face swifty changed to one of shock as she saw the wide-eyed expressions of everyone else in the room. She realized what she had done. “I apologize, Baiwen, Baishi, Baixiao. I…I don’t know what came over me.”
“That light did something to you.” Keqing’s voice grew harsher. “We should see more than a doctor. Given how bizarre this phenomenon is, we may end up needing to consult the adepti to see if they know anything, as loath as I am to say that.”
“I want to remain independent from the adepti as well, yet wé mustn't, 'ow you sai, éxhibit ze obstinacy!” (I aspire to uphold my independence from the adepti, yet we mustn't, how you say, exhibit obstinacy.) Ningguang said.
“What happened to your voice?” Ganyu raised an eyebrow.
“Oh là là, what do you mean? Ai zought ai was speakeng een a mannair très airdinary, oui? Was zaire a flaw een ze elegance of ma discurse?” (What do you mean? I thought I was conversing in a manner most ordinary, yes? Was there a defect in the elegance of my discourse?)
“I-I’m sorry. I’m not sure of what you just said.” A bead of sweat slid down the side of Ganyu’s face.
That anger from before returned. Ningguang sneered as her emotions led her rather than her reason.
“Zut alors, prai ze tell, are you of an intéllectual-lee challenged disposishe-on, 'mm? Can you not grasp even ze most elémontary of exprezions? And to zink you occupy ze esteemed rulé of secretary, oh la la! How you 'ave ascended to such a pivotal stashé-on pairplexes mon vairy beeng!” (Damn it! Pray tell, are you of an intellectually challenged disposition? Can you not grasp even the most elementary of expressions? And to think you occupy the esteemed role of secretary? How you have ascended to such a pivotal station perplexes my very being!)
Despite still not understanding most of what Ningguang said, Ganyu shrunk back due to her yelling. The pure rage in the business woman's voice was so antithetical to who she normally was.
“Ningguang, calm yourself! There is no need to lash out!” Keqing stepped between Ningguang and Ganyu.
It wasn’t only indignation that was rising within Ningguang. Gazing upon Ganyu, a mere secretary, someone with a profession of low value, angered her. To know that she was sharing space with a commoner, one who didn’t know how to show her proper respect, made Ninguang feel sick.
And now to be told what to do? It was too much for her.
“Do not issué ze commands to moi! Ai find meself but chastizeng zis simpleton fair zair inabilitay to grasp mon réfined articulashe-on, non! Zair lak of cultivashe-on affairds zém non justificashe-on fair miscomprehendeng mon lucid exprézions, oui!” (Do not issue commands to me! I find myself but chastising this simpleton for their inability to grasp my refined articulation! Their lack of cultivation affords them no justification for miscomprehending my lucid expressions, yes!) Ningguang pursed her lips. “As fair you, un ought to comprehend ze art of admonishéng zosé of infairiair rank. You, too, share een mon exalted standeng, aftair all, n'est-cé pas?” (As for you, one ought to comprehend the art of admonishing those of inferior rank. You, too, share in my exalted standing, after all, isn’t it so?)
“We are not superior to anyone. Ningguang, that light has done something to you. Please, come with me to see a doctor.” Keqing held out her hand.
Ningguang smacked that hand away.
“Mais oui, zat light 'as profound-lee impacté ma vie! Eet 'as eehluminatéd ma conscient de ma inhairént supairiairitay ovair lés plebéians. Zése common fulk zey exeest seulemont to sairve lés nobilitay et royaltay, zaire wairth eez measuréd by such sairvitude, non?” (Yes, that light has profoundly impacted my being. It has illuminated my awareness of my inherent superiority over the plebeians. These common folk exist solely to attend to the needs of the nobility and royalty, their worth measured by such servitude, no?)
As Ningguang spoke, her body changed. Her breasts grew, straining her top to the point that it tore apart. Those baps stopped once they were each twice the size of Ningguang’s head. At the same time, her lips became plump.
Next were her ass cheeks which grew until they matched her breasts in scale. Her hips widened until they were far wider than her shoulders, and her thighs thickened until they were constantly rubbing into each other.
“What?” That was all Keqing could think to say as she stared at the absurdly sexualized Ningguang.
“Eet 'eez 'igh time fair zis reahlm to undairgo zhe transfairmashe-on! Eet 'as wastéd its éffairts een feebuhl attempts to appease les uncooth! We must refairge eet into a sovaireign domain où les jens of eehlustrious lineaje are indulged ét celebrated avec évairy luxury concéivabuhl, as befitténg zeir stashé-on! Wé shall creaté le grandeur of France, oui oui!” (It is high time for this realm to undergo transformation. It hath squandered its efforts in feeble attempts to appease the uncouth! We must reforge it into a sovereign domain where those of illustrious lineage are indulgently celebrated and lavished with every conceivable luxury, as befitting their station! We shall create the grandeur of France!)
Ningguang’s outfit morphed. Her torn clothes shifted. Cloth gathered and expanded at her hips before stretching down into a wide skirt. Petticoats layers atop petticoats layered atop yet more petticoats, with a final golden layer sitting atop them all. The bustle of the skirt made the back of the skirt fuller.
A yellow and white corset pushed up Ningguang’s tits as high as they would go and squeezed them, as well as her already thin waist until it was nearly nonexistent. Poofy, frilled shoulders appeared, as did numerous red bows and rubies all over the outfit. More rubies dangled from Ningguang’s ears, a matching necklace rested between her tits, and her feet slid into golden high heels.
Powder appeared on Ningguang’s face that made it chalk white. A drawn on beauty mark manifested above her upper lip. The business woman's fingernails grew twice their original length and turned red, her lips and eyelids becoming the same color.
Her hair began to pile atop her head until it formed into a pouf more than three times as tall as her head. At the pouf’s peak was a bouquet’s worth of lilies along with a silver tiara decorated with rubies.
As everyone stood in awe of the absurd woman standing before them, the reborn Ningguang could only smile as she basked in what she assumed was the envy, lust, and reverence of her audience. She put her hand to her mouth.
“Hon hon hon~! Prai, lend ze airs, mon ami! You aré graced by ze magnifiqué countenancé of ze most eehlustrious woman on zis planet! Ai am Narcisse Guillaumont, ze sovaireign of France, oui! Hon hon hon~!” (Hon hon hon~! Pray, lend thine ears, my friend! Thou art graced by the magnificent countenance of the most illustrious woman upon this planet! I am Narcisse Guillaumont, the sovereign of France, yes! Hon hon hon~!)
Ningguang had been a woman who, while motivated by monetary gain in many cases, still cared for the wellbeing of Liyue’s citizens. Now, those citizens were nothing to Narcisse. All that mattered was what she wanted at any given moment.
“What is happening?” Keqing wasn’t sure how to even react to the events unfolding before her. Ganyu and the other secretaries were equally flabbergasted.
“Wha’ transpiyairés eez ze advent of a most dignified sovaireign, destined to preside ovair ze finést of réahlms! Yét, befairé ai ascend mon rightful throné, ai requiyaire a spléndid palacé! Zis wretched abode eez whul-lee unfit to sheltair mon esteemed self!” (What transpires is the advent of a most dignified sovereign, destined to preside over the finest of realms! Yet, before I ascend my rightful throne, I require a splendid palace! This wretched abode is wholly unfit to shelter my esteemed self!)
Narcisse stomped her heel onto the floor and created a clicking sound so loud that all the other women had to cover their ears while the Jade Chamber vibrated. The building became a blur of colors from the oscillations. Everyone but Narcisse fell to the floor. Gradually, the vibrating calmed, and clear colors and shapes formed once more to reveal a new structure.
The women were now in a throne room of white marble decorated with gold filigree in complex lily patterns. On a tall golden throne sat Narcisse. There was an identical throne next to her’s, though it was unoccupied.
“Vair-lee, zis edifice eez most desairveng of royaltée, zootéd éxquisité-lee fair a queen.” (Verily, this edifice is most deserving of royalty, suited exquisitely for a queen.)
“How did you do that?” Keqing took a few steps forward while the secretaries hid behind Ganyu.
“Ai am 'air majestay, ze queen. Wen 'air royal 'ighnez desiyaires an objéct, eet eez gréntéd fairthwiv.” (I am her Majesty, the Queen. When her Royal Highness desires an object, it is granted forthwith.) Narcisse delicately caressed her lips. “At zis junctuair, ai fairvently yairn fair mon bélovéd consairte.” (At this juncture, I fervently yearn for my beloved consort.)
“You don’t have a consort,” Keqing said.
“Ah, chérie, you are indeed mon esteemed spouse, non? Eet seems you are yet unaware of zis profound truth.” (Ah, dear lady, thou art indeed mine esteemed spouse, no? It appears thou art yet unaware of this profound truth.) Narcisse gestured towards the throne next to hers. Zoin me een repose. (Join me in repose.)
“You can’t force-whu?” Keqing found herself suddenly sitting next to Narcisse. She had been teleported as soon as the queen stated her command.
“Eez eet not a dee-light to be séated upon a trown, ma good lady?” (Is it not a delight to be seated upon a throne, my good lady?)
Keqing was about to claim otherwise, but she suddenly felt so comfortable. The throne was elevated, so she was able to look down at everything and everyone else in the room, except for Narcisse of course. A nice tingle traveled through Keqing’s body when she realized she was in a position of superiority over others.
The member of the Liyue Qixing didn’t notice as her ass cheeks expanded until her panties snapped and her stocking tore open. They stopped once each cheek was twice the size of her head. Simultaneously, her thighs thickened until they were soft pillows and her hips widened.
“It does.” Keqing didn’t want to say it, but she couldn’t help but speak the truth.
“Eet, you grasp ze éxquisite delight zat accompanees ze ésteemed rulé of a sovaireign monarch.” (Indeed, you grasp the exquisite delight that accompanies the esteemed role of a sovereign monarch.) Narcisse giggled. “Un must indeed compairt onesélf, 'ow you sai, accairdeng to one’s stashe-on, oui. Cease to uttair een zat uncooth mannair, ét instead, articulate wiz a refinéd elegance.” (One must indeed comport oneself, how you say, according to one's station. Cease uttering in that uncouth manner, and instead, articulate with refined elegance.)
“Prai tell, what mannair of accent do you pairceivé? Tarry fair a momont, s'il vous plaît. Why do ai find meself enunciateng lik zis? Why does zé compulshe-on to cease evadé mé?” (Pray tell, what manner of accent dost thou perceive? Tarry a moment, if you please. Why dost I find myself enunciating thus? Why doth the compulsion to cease elude me?) Keqing’s heart was racing as she realized that she could no longer speak as she wanted. At the same time, she couldn’t help but find her new diction far more pleasant to her ears. Her lips grew plump like Narcisse’s.
As Keqing was struggling to remember what was supposed to be so wrong with what was happening, an arrow shot towards Narcisse.
“Un arrow shall ne'air graze a queen.” (An arrow shall ne'er graze a queen.) Narcisse’s declaration was followed by the arrow bouncing off an invisible barrier.
Ganyu stood with her bow at the ready.
“Lady Keqing! I’ll save you!” The half-qilin began forming a sphere of Cryo energy.
“Een mon ésteeméd palacé, zaire shall be an uttair absence of any discaird air viulén.” (In my esteemed palace, there shall be an utter absence of any discord or violence.) Narcisse looked at Ganyu like she was a cockroach.
The Cryo sphere fizzled into nothing, as did Ganyu’s bow. All the adeptus could do was stand in awe at the power the queen displayed.
“Dost thou pairceive ze crassnéz and barbaritay of zese low-lee denizens? Dost thou discairn zé futilitay of zair éndéavairs een ze presence of ur eehlustrious magnificence?” (Dost thou perceive the crassness and barbarity of these lowly denizens? Dost thou discern the futility of their endeavors in the presence of our illustrious magnificence?) The queen lazily pointed at the adeptus. “Prai, why would un exprez zé concairn fair zeir plight? Déy are naught but disheveled lambs, reliént upon ur stuardship fair guidance, oui?” (Pray, why would one express concern for their plight? They are naught but disheveled lambs, reliant upon our stewardship for guidance, yes?)
“Vairly, zéy do appair ra-zhair...unkempt.” (Verily, they do appear rather...unkempt.) Keqing moved backward into her throne on instinct. Her posture became a bit more dainty and her head naturally tilted back so she could always be looking down her nose at those who stood before her throne. Ganyu’s failed attempt to achieve something seemed so stupid, so disgusting. It became hard to argue that she was a vulgarian. The quivering secretaries seemed no better. Why did Keqing care so much about other people? Everyone besides her and Narcisse was ugly in body and action.
The front of Keqing’s dress burst open to reveal tits as big as Narcisse’s. She caressed her new chest.
“A most resplendent fairm, indeed, n'ést-ce pas?” (A most resplendent form indeed, isn't it?) Keqing smiled. “Howevair, ai find myself een diyaire need of a most splendid nu énsémbuhl.” (However, I find myself in dire need of a most splendid new ensemble.)
Keqing was not left wanting for long. Her attire reconstituted into one befitting her new station. Her new dress’ skirt was like Narcisse’s in that it was made of numerous layers of petticoats covered in a final layer, which was purple in Keqing’s case. The main difference was that, instead of the bustle making the back jut out, Keqing’s dress jutted out at the sides, making it extremely wide to the point that her lower half was a wall.
The upper half of the dress was a sleeveless lavender and purple corset that squeezed her waist into nothing and pushed up her knockers. Lavender opera gloves covered her arms. Silver jewelry with amethysts embedded in them appeared in the form of earrings and a necklace. Similar amethysts manifested all over the dress. Purple high heels formed onto Keqing’s feet.
Next, the changing woman’s lips and eyelids turned purple while powder made her face pure white. A fake beauty mark appeared next to her left eye. Keqing’s hair grew and formed into a three foot pouf, atop which sat a golden tiara with amethysts in it, as well as numerous large purple feathers.
With her transformation complete, the woman in purple held her hand up to her mouth.
“Hon hon hon~! Ai extend ma deepest gratitude to you, mon chair Narcisse, fair bestowéng upon moi zé exalted status of not mairély un refined Francais lady, but yur esteemed queen consairt, Karine Guillaumont, née Quittet! (Hon hon hon~! I extend my deepest gratitude to you, my cherished Narcisse, for bestowing upon me the exalted status of not merely a refined French lady, but your esteemed queen consort, Karine Guillaumont, née Quittet!)
All care for anyone but herself and her wife, any hatred for arrogance, anything that made Keqing who she was had been lost when the new royal completed her metamorphosis.
“You appair uttairly résplendent, ma chérie.” (You appear utterly resplendent, my dearest.) Narcisse moaned as she spoke. Her hand played with her breast. “Zhou art a lady most desairvéng of beeng ma esteemed spouse.” (Thou art a lady most deserving of being my esteemed spouse.)
“You aré too kind, mon beloved.” (You are too kind, my beloved.) Keqing giggled.
Ganyu swallowed some spit as she realized how dire the situation was. She spun around and yelled to the other secretaries,
“Run!”
“Reemain steell!” (Remain still!) Karine’s command made all four secretaries freeze in place. They could do nothing, not even change their facial expressions. The fear and horror they felt was bottled up within them.
“Ah, a most astute capture, mon chéri.” (Ah, a most astute capture, my love.) Narcisse said.
“Ett ees impairative zat we bestow upon zees simpletons a sensé of purpose.” (It is imperative that we bestow upon these simpletons a sense of purpose.) Karine hummed. “We find urselvés een ze need of attendents of ze 'ousehuld. You t'ree, devoid of 'airns, 'ave now assumed ze ésteemed rulé of ur maids!” (We find ourselves in need of attendants of the household. You three, devoid of horns, have now assumed the esteemed role of our maids!)
Baiwen, Biashi, and Baixiao’s bodies and outfits rapidly morphed. They gained breasts and ass cheeks as big as their heads while their lips grew thick. Their attire consisted of black mini tube dresses that squeezed their curves, as well as frilly white aprons and bonnets. Their hair styled into identical short bobs, their feet were in black high heels, and red coloration overtook their lips, eyelids, and nails.
All three women had become borderline identical.
They regained control of their bodies and bowed before the queens.
“Zank you fair giveng us pur-pose, ur queens.” (Thank you for giving us purpose, our queens.) The maids spoke in perfect unison. “We leev on-lee to sairve you, oui.” (We live only to serve you, yes.)
“Excellente. Prai tell, what shall we do wiv ze final un, eh?” (Excellent. Pray tell, what shall be done with the final one, eh?) Narcisse touched her chin.
A chill ran up Ganyu’s spine. The thought that she might end up as an identity-less maid like the other secretaries made her nauseous. Her helplessness made her want to cry.
“Eet would be most aventajeux to procure zum ladees-in-waiteng. Should zaire bé a dairth of ozair nobilitay, wé shall find urselves whul-lee surrounded by maire troglodytés fair companionship.” (It would be most advantageous to procure some ladies-in-waiting. Should there be a dearth of other nobility, we shall find ourselves wholly surrounded by mere troglodytes for companionship.) Karine said.
“Ah, a most excellént obsairvashe-on, oui, indeed! Ganyu, you aré now official-lee bestowed ze ti-tell of duchez. Thus, you must adairn yursélf wiv ze utmost elegance and poize, s'il vous plaît!” (Ah, a most excellent observation, yes, indeed! Ganyu, you are now officially bestowed the title of duchess. Thus, you must adorn yourself with the utmost elegance and poise, if you please!)
Ganyu tripped forward as she suddenly regained the ability to move. She hit the floor and scrambled to stand back up so she could escape the palace so she didn’t look like a fool in front of her queens.
The half-qilin spun around to face the royals and tried to talk some sense into them curtsied.
“Ai exténd ma sincairest gratitudé fair bestowéng upon moi ze esteemed rank of duchez. Ai shall endeavair wiz utmost dédicashe-on to embody yur loftay expéctashe-ons.” (I extend my sincerest gratitude for bestowing upon me the esteemed rank of duchess. I shall endeavor with utmost dedication to embody your lofty expectations.) Ganyu said. This didn’t feel right to her, but she was confused as to why. She licked her lips which grew especially thick.
“Ai beseech you, attend to zat physique of yurs. You are regrettab-lee lakeng een zé sumptuous curvés, 'ow you sai, béfitténg a lady of nobuhl linéaje.” (I beseech you, attend to that physique of yours. You are regrettably lacking in the sumptuous curves, how you say, befitting a lady of noble lineage.) Karine waved her hand.
“Oui, mon queen. Yur esteemed désiyaire shall be énactéd fairthwiv.” (Yes, my queen. Your esteemed desire shall be enacted forthwith.) Ganyu stood tall and pushed out her chest. Her boobs began to grow until they tore through her top and were twice the size of her head. The adeptus leaned forward, letting her tits dangle, and spun around to show her ass to the queens. That ass quickly grew to match her breasts in size, her thighs thickening and hips widening to keep in proportion.
“Splendide. You 'ave zé physique zat eez befitteng a trué nobuhlwoman.” (Splendid. You possess the physique befitting a true noblewoman.) Narcisse smiled. The praise made Ganyu horny. To know that the beautiful, infallible queens of France found her body acceptable made her ecstatic to the point that she wanted to dance with joy while shoving her fingers into her groin, but she didn’t want to look inelegant in front of the monarchs.
“Adairn thyself een zé zootabuhl attiyaire fairthwiv.” (Adorn thyself in suitable attire forthwith.) Karine said.
“Oui, mon queen.” (Yes, my queen.) Ganyu’s outfit burst off her, the tatters reforming onto her body as a new dress. A bell shaped skirt formed of myriad white petticoats hid her legs, an outermost layer of navy blue acting as the finishing touch. Her upper body was crushed within a navy blue and white corset, making her waist thinner and her breast more pronounced. Long navy blue sleeves ended in white ruffles that hid her hands. Light blue high heels added a few inches to Ganyu’s height. Pearls were all over the dress, as well as dangling from Ganyu’s ears and strung into a necklace around her neck.
Red lipstick and eyeshadow made Ganyu’s lips and eyelids pop. Her face lost all color thanks to the addition of thick powder, and a beauty mark was drawn below her lower lip. A monocle sat in front of her right eye, a gold chain dangling from it. Ganyu’s hair piled into a two foot pouf that hid her horns. That hair was draped in strings of pearls. At the pouf’s peak sat a wide brimmed red hat that sat at an angle.
To finish off the physical changes, Ganyu’s horns reappeared, having grown long enough to no longer be buried in hair. They were no longer the horns of a qilin. They were those of a western dragon, a beast of desire.
A beast of desire. That phrase appeared in Ganyu’s head and resonated with her soul. She had spent so long acting as a diligent worker, but that wasn’t fair. It was she who others should have been serving. All this time, she had acted like a commoner when she was a creature of great power.
No longer would Ganyu subject herself to a life of work. Now she only wished to be pampered.
Ganyu curtsied again, this time with a smile.
“Ai éxtend mon deepest gratitudé fair yur eehluminashe-on, ma chèrés reines. Ai am non longair just a secrétary. Ai am ze eehlustrious Duchez Gabriellé Jouanny, yur devoted ét loyal sairvént.” (I extend my deepest gratitude for your illumination, my beloved queens. I am no longer merely a secretary. I am the illustrious Duchess Gabrielle Jouanny, your devoted and loyal servant.)
“We crafted 'er most resplendently.” (We crafted her most resplendently.) Narcisse traced her finger across her lips.
“Ah, oui, however, we find ourselves wiz ze remainder of ze realm still in need of our esteemed rectifications, non?” (Ah, yes, however, we find ourselves with the remainder of the realm still in need of our esteemed rectifications, no?) Karine sighed. “Alas, zere exists a surfeit of plebeians. Pray, why must we be encumbered like zis, hmm?” (Alas, there exists a surfeit of plebeians. Pray, why must we be encumbered like this, hmm?)
“Eet eez due to our exhalteed nacher. Yet, as zees illustrious entitees, we possess a rightful claim to numerous exquisite eendulgences.” (It is due to our exalted nature. Yet, as these illustrious entities, we possess a rightful claim to numerous exquisite indulgences.) Narcisse nodded her head towards Gabrielle and the maids.
“Indeedy, eet is so. Allow us to indulge in ze splendid realization of our accomplishments.” (Indeed, it is so. Allow us to indulge in the splendid realization of our accomplishments.) Karine grinned. “Duchez jouanny, maids, sairveez mon wife an' ai s'il vous plaît!” (Duchess Jouanny, maids, service my wife and I, if you please!)
“Oui, ur queens.” (Yes, our queens.)
Gabrielle and the maids approached the thrones.
As the new inhabitants of the palace began a night of hedonism, one woman they didn’t know was present snuck away.
Yelan had been near the Jade Chamber when she saw a great luminance break into the floating building. She raced over to see if everyone was okay, but right when she arrived at the Chamber, it transformed into a massive palace.
By the time Yelan found her allies, they had already started turning into French women. Yelan was wise enough to realize that staying hidden and escaping the palace to tell others of what had happened was the best course of action.
Thus she was running through the grand halls of the palace to try and escape.
Unfortunately, she started to hear echoing sounds from the throne room.
Moans of lust
Roars of ecstasy.
Sounds that rushed into Yelan’s ears and made her stop in her tracks.
Her hands latched onto her crotch which was assailed by a heat that made her squirm.
“No,” Yelan grunted as she blushed. She immediately understood what was happening. Merely hearing the debauchery that was going on down the hall was enough to infect her with ‘Frenchness’.
Despite trying to resist, thinking of how she was the only one who could warn the rest of Liyue about what was happening, the lust kept spreading through her. She gnawed on her lip to try to overwrite the pleasure with pain. All this led to was her lips plumping up.
“I can’t lose.” Yelan was whimpering. Ai need to stai strong. What? Non! Stop talkink lik zis! (I need to stay strong. What? No! Stop talking like this!)
Yelan couldn’t control how she spoke anymore, and part of her kind of liked how it sounded which scared her.
The moans grew louder. Yelan turned around to face the direction those cries were coming from. Her leg inched forward, but she grabbed it to hold it in place.
She wanted to go to the voices. It wasn’t simply a matter of wanting to partake in the same debauchery as the Frenchwomen. There was an impulse to serve the nobles. Yelan felt the need to pleasure those that were better than her.
And the nobles were better than her.
Yelan’s breasts grew, her top tearing apart as she acquired a pair of knockers that were each bigger than her head. Her ass cheeks became just as large while her hips widened past the width of her shoulders and her thighs grew thick.
All Yelan could hear was the roars of the women. Every thought she tried to form was crushed under a repeated command.
‘Pleasure your mistresses.’
The desire to resist the directive was shrinking rapidly. Loyalty, subservience, it sounded so nice, so arousing.
Yelan’s clothing morphed into a suit that clung so tightly to her body that it slid between and under her breasts, and provided a very noticeable cameltoe. It was the attire of a butler, and included white gloves, a blue vest under a black coat with long tails, and a blue tie.
The squeeze of the outfit made Yelan moan. She purred and caressed her new body.
Her body was so sexy now. It would be a shame not to let a fine noblewoman make use of it. She could even get the royals to use her now that she was their butler.
Yes, that was who Yelan was now, a French butler in service to the French royal family.
Yelan’s hair shortened to a boyish length and combed over so it was neat and masculine.
A new name appeared in the butler’s head to replace Yelan.
Yvelle.
An elegant name for an elegant French butler.
Yvelle accepted her new existence with a smile.
As the distant moaning continued, Yvelle walked towards it, ready to serve her mistresses.
Cries of euphoria could be heard from the new royal palace in the sky for the rest of the night.
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“Master, you know Ganyu better than I. Is this the sort of home she would opt for?” The phlegmatic Shenhe said as she stood in front of a several story tall mansion. This mansion was surrounded by several others, the entire section of Liyue being stuffed to the brim with them when it hadn’t been only yesterday.
“No. Ganyu was never so extravagant.” Cloud Retainer adjusted her glasses. She and Shenhe had been invited to this place by Ganyu, with it supposedly being her home. “One thinks something is amiss.”
The master and student had already passed through the mansion’s gates and were before a pair of oaken doors. Cloud Retainer knocked on them, and it took less than a second for them to open.
Cloud Retainer and Shenhe were greeted with a maid wearing a black tube dress and frilly apron. Her brown hair was in a short bob and she had red makeup. The most striking things about her were her head sized tits and ass cheeks, juicy thighs, wide hips, and plump lips. As for the second most striking thing about her, it was the frilly white eyepatch she wore.
“Beidou, why do you look like that?” Despite all the changes to the sailor's appearance, Shenhe’s discerning eye could see through them to see the person they obscured.
Eet eez good to see you, mademoiselle Shenhe, mademoiselle Cloud Retainair. Mon name eez Bénédicté now. Ai look ze wai ai do because I’vé been made into a propair Francais maid who knows 'air place. (It is good to see you, madam Shenhe, madam Cloud Retainer. My name is Bénédicte now. I look the way I do because I’ve been made into a proper French maid who knows her place.)
“Where did this accent come from? And what is a French woman?” Shenhe said.
“Come inside. Mon meestrez weehl 'elp you to undairstand.” (Come inside. My mistress will help you understand.) Bénédicte moved to the side to let Shenhe and Cloud Retainer enter.
The silver-haired apprentice looked to her mentor. She didn't know if entering the mansion was a good idea given the circumstances.
“Worry not. One’s power will protect us both from anything nefarious. It is best that we investigate this place to better understand what is happening.” Cloud Retainer didn’t hesitate as she entered the mansion, Shenhe following behind her.
The maid led the guests through extravagant halls full of art of various kinds, from paintings to statues to pottery. All of them depicted curvaceous women in some sort of erotic act, often with other curvaceous women.
“One does not remember Ganyu having an interest in such erotica before. It is likely that she has been changed just as the maid has.”
“If this is something that can affect adepti, then perhaps we should leave.” Shenhe looked around at the sexual material. She was admittedly curious about it.
“One wants to further understand the scope of what has happened first. Worry not, One will free us from this place at a moment’s notice if necessary.”
As Shenhe walked behind her master, she began to feel a little off, but she couldn’t pinpoint why.
Unbeknownst to her, the way she walked changed. Her steps grew more precise and powerful. Then her posture straightened and her head tilted back slightly so she was looking down her nose at everything in front of her. Every movement she made became calculated to give off an elegant aura.
The way she strutted forward, hips swaying, caused her to naturally overtake Cloud Retainer and Bénédicte. She was now the one leading the way as if she knew where she was going.
“Why are you in the front, Shenhe?” Cloud Retainer said.
“I’m not sure. I feel like I know where to go.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. Just trust me.” Shenhe’s voice raised just a little, but it was enough to make her master shiver.
For some reason, Cloud Retainer was afraid. Her cadence of steps was reduced to unconfident mincing as she fell to the back of the group. She clasped her hands together.
The confidence Shenhe felt grew. She went from having a feeling she knew where she was going to being one hundred and ten percent sure. The very idea that she might not know became an insulting prospect. As far as she was concerned, she had been living in this mansion for years.
Everything around Shenhe was now hers in her mind. This whole mansion was her possession. To own such a thing meant she had to be wealthy, and so her mind decided she was wealthy. And with wealth came pride.
Shenhe puffed out her chest with that pride. The front of her top began to stretch a bit as her tits grew. Thankfully, before anything could tear, her clothes changed. The upper half of her outfit morphed into a white corset that crushed her torso in a way that, instead of hurting, felt oddly good, arousing even. Her breasts were pushed upwards as they grew into globes that were each twice the size of her head. Poofy sleeves and numerous diamonds finished off the upper half of the dress.
As Shenhe’s fingers ran along her new corset, she noted how it enhanced her curves and felt so soft. Her nails doubled in length and turned red as they followed the curve of her boobs.
Cloud Retainer looked at her opulent surroundings with increasing awe. The erotic art made her blush while the expensive materials everything was formed from left her speechless. She couldn’t conceptualize how much it would cost to buy even a single vase or painting. Fear of bumping into and breaking something made the adeptus grow stiff.
Like with Shenhe, Cloud Retainer’s chest began to grow. Her top tore apart as globes that were even bigger than Shenhe’s hung from her chest. They jiggled with all natural fat yet remained perky despite being three times Cloud Retainer’s head. The upper half of Cloud Retainer’s clothes transformed, becoming a simple white blouse that was so low cut she looked like she could have a nip slip at any moment. A light blue bodice hugged her body and pushed her breasts upward. She lacked nail polish and her clothes looked old, but clean.
As she followed behind Shenhe, Cloud Retainer couldn’t help but look at the confidence in her walk and get turned on. A sense of admiration and lust made Cloud Retainer look at her pupil in a whole new way. She wasn’t looking at Shenhe as a student at all, or like someone she was familiar with. She was perceiving her as someone distant, someone to be longed for and worshipped.
The maid led Shenhe and Cloud Retainer to an indoor veranda, glass walls providing a spectacular view of the colorful garden outside.
“Sitte down and, 'ow you sai, enjoy zum tea while ai get zé meestréz.” (Sit down, how you say, and enjoy some tea while I get the mistress.) Bénédicte walked the women over to a round table surrounded by some chairs. Atop the table was a tea set and a tea tower covered in food.
Bénédicte pulled a chair out for Shenhe who sat down. The maid began pouring Shenhe some tea, leaving Cloud Retainer to pull out her own seat. At least the maid poured her tea as well.
When Shenhe sipped her tea with the casual elegance of someone who had done so their whole life, she hummed happily.
“Moz agreeabuhl.” (Most agreeable.) Shenhe said as her lips plumped and gained red lipstick.
Cloud Retainer cautiously sipped from her cup, afraid to spill a drop. To her current self, this was the best thing she had ever tasted.
“Zeese eez ah-maizéng. Sank you zo mush.” (This is amazing. Thank you so much.) Cloud Retainer’s own lips grew large.
“You are both too kind. Zé meestrez she weehl be wiz you shairtly.” (You are both too kind. The mistress will be with you shortly.) Bénédicte curtsied before leaving the room.
“Shenhe, what-” (Shenhe, what-)
“Remain silent unlez thou art addrezed, commonair.” (Remain silent unless thou art addressed, commoner.) The sharpness of Shenhe’s words snapped Cloud Retainer’s mouth shut and made her bow her head in apology.
Any sense that they were master and student had been lost. They were strangers at best, strangers with very different social standings. Shenhe was a high ranking noble while Cloud Retainer was a mere peasant.
As the women drank their tea in silence, they changed further. Both of their lower halves expanded. Asses grew large, thighs became thick, and hips spread wide. Shenhe’s ass cheeks were even bigger than her boobs, while Cloud Retainer’s were only as large as her head.
The lower halves of their outfits changed next. Shenhe got a long bell shaped skirt made up of several petticoats and a final white outer layer. Red high heels added some color to the outfit. Cloud Retainer’s new light blue skirt was so short it barely covered anything. Her new shoes were black high heels that accentuated her legs well.
The door to the room opened once more and in walked Duchess Gabrielle Jouanny.
“Mon lové!” (My love!) Gabrielle went over to Shenhe who stood up.
“Ai 'avé made mon most exquisite retur, daiyairest.” (I have made my most exquisite return, dearest.) Shenhe smiled.
Gabrielle and Shenhe grabbed hold of each other and began making out, their tits pressing into each other. They fondled each other right in front of Cloud Retainer who was doing all she could not to plunge her hand between her thighs at the sight.
Bénédicte stood on the sidelines, memorizing the make-out session in front of her so that she could recall it later when she pleasured herself in her quarters.
Any hints of who Shenhe and Cloud Retainer once were got promptly replaced with their new identities, their bodies finishing their metamorphoses to accommodate.
Shenhe’s eyelids were colored red while the rest of her face turned pure white from powder. A beauty mark was drawn onto her right cheek. Diamond earrings were in her ears and a diamond necklace sat above her tits. Her hair piled atp her head into a two foot pouf with a model ship as a headpiece atop it.
Shenhe was gone. In her place stood Duchess Séraphine Jouanny, née Hébras.
Cloud Retainer lost the makeup she was wearing, along with her glasses and hair piece. Her long hair styled itself into a long French braid striped with her hair’s two colors. She had no further accessories, for she was a peasant who couldn’t afford such things.
Cloud Retainer was now Claudette. Just Claudette.
The duchesses stopped making out and looked towards the peasant.
“Ah, and prai, who eez zis? Ai must declaire, zis commonair, she 'as zis exquisite bosom, oui!” (Ah, and pray, who is this? I must declare, this commoner, she has an exquisite bosom, yes!) Gabrielle sucked on her finger.
“Whilst ai travairsed ze réahlms ootside, ai chanced upon hair and mused zat she might sairve as an amuseng divairshe-on fair zis dai. Ai am convinced we shall dairive considairabuhl delight from hair, notwivstandeng hair ignobuhl rank.” (Whilst I traversed the realms outside, I chanced upon her and mused that she might serve as an amusing diversion for this day. I am convinced we shall derive considerable delight from her, notwithstanding her ignoble rank.)
“Ai am een complete accaird.” (I am in complete accord.) Gabrielle looked back at Bénédicte. “Ensure zis 'umbuhl sairf receivés a most refresheng ablushe-on and garmonts zat exquisité-lee 'ighlight 'air attributes. Zaireaftair, dispatch 'air to ur plairuhm, oui.” (Ensure this humble serf receives a most refreshing ablution and garments that exquisitely highlight her attributes. Thereafter dispatch her to our playroom, yes.)
“Oui, meestréz.” (Yes, mistress.) The maid bowed.
Claudette said nothing as she was led away. She hadn’t been given a choice in all this, but she was more than happy to become the plaything of the nobility for a night. In fact, this was her life’s dream. To be able to come close to those noble figures was more than any peasant could ask for, let alone touch them.
After the wonderful night all those women ended up having, Claudette would get hired on as the official pet of the duchesses. Truly, Claudette was in heaven.
—
“Bienvenue au Château Exclusif, madame. Mon nom eez Laurence. Vous avez une réservation, non?” (Welcome to Château Exclusif, madame. My name is Laurence. You have a reservation, no?)
“Excuse me, but Wanmin Restaurant used to be here. What happened to it?” Yun Jin, star of the opera, was confused as in the place of Wanmin Restaurant was a new establishment that was several times its size. Busty women in fancy outfits were eating unfamiliar foods at round tables.
Speaking to Yun Jin at the entrance to the restaurant was a woman with tits and ass cheeks that were each as big as her head. A black pantsuit hugged her body so tightly that it might as well have been her skin. It came with a black bow tie and white gloves. The woman’s black hair was boyishly short and neatly combed.
Yun Jin failed to recognize the waiter as Lan Yan.
“Zis establishmont was once known as Wanmin Restaurént, but eet 'as since been ovairhauled into a far finair éstablishmont.” (This establishment was once known as Wanmin Restaurant, but it has since been overhauled into a far finer establishment.)
“I see. This seems like a rather extreme overhaul.” Yun Jin looked at the chandelier made of diamonds hanging above the hall.
“It’s all to providé ze greatest expairience possibuhl fair ur exclusive clientéle.” (It’s all to provide the greatest experience possible for our exclusive clientele.)
“Exclusive?”
“Oui, oui. On-lee zé nobuhls and ze celebritees mai dine 'aire. Do not wairry, you fall een ze lattair categairy, non? Are you dineng aloné?” (Yes, yes. Only nobles and celebrities may dine here. Worry not, you fall in the latter category, no? Are you dining alone?)
Yun Jin could tell that something was wrong, but she didn’t want to cause a commotion. For now, she would dine at the revamped restaurant while trying to learn more about what happened to it.
“Yes, I’m alone.”
“Fullow moi, madame.” (Follow me, madame.) Laurence grabbed a menu and led Yun Jin to a table, pulling out a chair for her.
“Thank you.” Yun Jin sat down and took the menu from the waiter.
“Would you like a drink to start?” (Would you like a drink to start?)
“I’ll have some green tea, please.”
“Ah, ma apulogees. We do not sairvé zé green tea 'aire anymairé.” (Ah, my apologies. We do not serve green tea here anymore.)
“Really? But everyone drinks green tea in Liyue.” Yun Jin had never heard of a restaurant in the country that didn’t provide green tea.
“Mai ai suggést a blak tea. I’m sure eet weehl be pleaseng to yur pailétte.” (May I suggest a black tea. I’m sure it will be pleasing to your palette.)
“Alright.”
“Ai shall bé right bak, oui. You mai pairuse zé ménu at yur leisure.” (I shall be right back, yes. Peruse the menu at your leisure.) Laurence left.
Yun Jin began looking over the menu. She couldn’t read a word of it. It was all in an unfamiliar language that didn’t resemble the script of Liyue at all. This deepened her confusion at what had happened to the restaurant since she had last gone.
Since trying to select a menu item was useless, Yun Jin took in her surroundings. Fancy carpets and wallpaper were paired with art on the walls depicting women in erotic situations that made Yun Jin blush. She had no idea how such perverse displays were permitted.
The other patrons certainly didn’t mind. In fact, they seemed to be getting rather touchy feely with each other and the waitstaff. They were also speaking in the same accent as Laurence.
There was the sound of a beautiful piano piece, Gymnopédie No. 1, that made Yun Jin feel a sense of elegance from the establishment despite the lewd happenings. As for who was playing the music, it was coming from a woman sitting at a piano nearby. Her fingers danced across the keys with precision.
As for the player herself, she was in the same waiter attire as Laurence, and had a similarly curvaceous figure. Her skin was dark and her short, neatly combed hair was brown with a few red and gold streaks in it. She used to be called Xinyan, but now she went by Simone.
Outside of Yun Jin’s notice, a chef with knockers and booty cheeks twice the size of her head jiggled constantly as she cooked up a storm in the restaurant kitchen. She wore a skin tight white chef’s uniform with a two foot chef hat. Her blue hair was short and slicked back, and her lips were like plush pillows. This woman was once known as Xiangling, but now she was Ségolène, master French chef.
“Zur tea, madamé.” (Your tea, madame.) Laurence returned to Yun Jin with a tea cup, saucer, and teapot. She poured a cup of tea for Yun Jin who sipped it. Her whole body immediately felt warm. The tea’s taste was strong yet subtle. Her whole body grew relaxed.
“Zis tastés supairb, oui!” (This tastes superb, yes!) Yun Jin said with a new accent and plumper lips.
“Ai am zo glad you lik eet. Do you need mo' time to look at ze menu?” (I am so glad you like it. Do you need more time to look at the menu?)
“Oh!” (Oh!) Yun Jin scrambled to open the menu, planning on asking the waiter about the language of the writing in it, but then she read it again. She understood it now. It was in plain French, which she suddenly knew. “Ai shall 'ave ze frog legs et ze foie gras.” (I shall have the frog legs and foie gras.)
“An excellent choice, madame.” (An excellent choice, madame.) Laurence bowed her head and left once more.
At first, Yun Jin tried to understand why she couldn’t read the menu before. It was merely written in French. Why wouldn’t she be able to read it? The obvious answer to that question eluded her.
Since she was stumped, Yun Jin shifted to watching the other women partake in each other’s bodies. Seeing them so freely enjoy themselves made Yun Jin feel hot. She was beginning to sweat. Her thighs rubbed together. A deep need to satiate the growing itch she had was overtaking all other thoughts in her head.
“Oh, hey Yun Jin!” The opera star turned to see that Hu Tao had just arrived at the restaurant. She ran over to her friend without regard for the elegant and erotic atmosphere. “What a coincidence meeting you here! Hey, so do you know what happened here? Did Xiangling decide to redecorate and go a little overboard?”
“Ai do not know.” (I do not know.) Yun Jin said between heavy pants. It was hard to focus while her lust kept building exponentially. Her gaze was glued to Hu Tao’s hips, the smoothness of her legs, and the life in her eyes. They made Yun Jin hungry for something besides food.
“What’s with the accent? Are you gonna put on an accent for your next opera? Are you method acting?”
“Non.” (No.) Yun Jin squirmed in her seat.
“Wait. Are your lips bigger than I remembered?” Hu Tao pointed towards Yun Jin’s swelled kissers.
“Ai do not know.” (I do not know.) Yun Jin started shaking.
“Are you okay?”
“Ai am 'airny,” (I am horny,) Yun Jin muttered.
“What?”
“Ai am 'airny!” (I am horny!) Yun Jin grabbed Hu Tao by the arm and yanked her down to the floor.
“Woah!” Hu Tao dropped to her knees. Before she could try to stand back up, Yun Jin grabbed her head and shoved it into her crotch.
As soon as she did, Yun Jin’s lower half grew. In mere moments she had ass cheeks that were each twice as big as her head. Meanwhile, her thighs thickened, hips widened, and her legs grew far longer until she had a lower half fit for modeling.
Those immaculate legs clamped down on Hu Tao’s head, trapping it in place.
“Do yur job,” (Do your job,) Yun Jin said.
As soon as she heard those words, something clicked in Hu Tao’s head. Originally she had been startled and confused, but now she grew focused. A directive manifested in her mind, one she could not imagine rejecting.
With a newly acquired practiced ease, Hu Tao began using her tongue to pleasure Yun Jin.
The opera star muffled her moans by sealing her lips shut, but it did little to hide the rapture she was feeling from Hu Tao’s deft tongue.
Meanwhile, Hu Tao felt pride and satisfaction that she was pleasuring Yun Jin so effectively. No, not Yun Jin, a customer. Hu Tao was pleasuring a customer, and that was what mattered. The passion Hu Tao felt for her old job was being repurposed for her new one. It was her job to serve the restaurant’s customers, and that included through intimate methods.
Hu Tao’s ass grew so each cheek was as big as her head. The same happened to each of her tits, leaving her with the same kind of physique as the waiters of the Château Exclusif.
Speaking of waiters, Laurence returned with Yun Jin’s meal. She placed a plate of neatly arranged frog legs and foie gras in front of the moaning woman.
“Weel you bé needéng anyzeng else?” (Will you be needing anything else?) Laurence said. Yun Jin shook her head from side to side. “Enjoy.” (Enjoy.)
Yun Jin composed herself enough to pick up her utensils and start eating her meal. It tasted exquisite. Like with the tea, the flavors were strong yet subtle, potent yet nuanced. The complex sensation on Yun Jin’s tongue added to her euphoria as Hu Tao continued pleasuring her. Several forms of joy were hitting the opera star all at once, overloading her brain.
As she kept eating, Yun Jin’s chest grew, tearing open her dress. Two mounds of fat twice the size of her head hung from her torso which grew longer, as did her arms. Yun Jin’s whole body was gaining height until she was six feet tall.
Hu Tao’s outfit changed as her clothes became a skin tight pant suit exactly like the waiters’. Her hat disappeared and her hair shortened until she had a neatly combed, masculine hairstyle. She had always been a dutiful woman when it came to her job, someone who practically lived for that job, and so it was easy for her to fall into her new occupation and be recreated by it. That was why, despite starting her transformation after Yun Jin, Hu Tao completed her change first.
Gone was Hu Tao, Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. In her place was Huguette, waiter of Château Exclusif.
And that waiter would do her all to make Yun Jin feel maximum ecstasy.
This was the treatment Yun Jin deserved.
This was the treatment a supermodel deserved.
Yes, Yun Jin was no longer an opera singer. She was a French fashion model, a socialite, a face on the cover of every magazine. Yun Jin was an icon of beauty worshipped by millions and she deserved to be pampered as such.
In the past, Yun Jin was someone deeply empathetic, someone who cared about the people of Liyue. Now, she only cared about herself, like she should. She already gave the rest of the world so much by letting them gaze upon her immaculate form, the least they could do was cater to her every whim every second of every day. It really wasn’t much to ask.
Yun Jin acquired a new, very fashionable outfit. A purple, backless, sleeveless mermaid dress clung to Yun Jin’s curves. Her feet slipped into pink high heels and a pink feather boa slid around her arms and across her back. Ruby earrings, a ruby necklace, and a ruby brooch on her dress matched her long red nails, as well as her red lipstick and eyeshadow. To finish the look off, Yun Jin’s hair was pulled into a French twist.
Yun Jin the opera star was now Yveline Jean the supermodel.
Yveline put down her utensils as she had finished her meal.
Huguette pulled away from Yvelines groin and smiled up at her.
“How waz yur meahl, madame?” (How was your meal, madame?)
“Délicious. Though, I’m not éntiyaire-lee satisfaite.” (Delicious. Though, I’m not entirely satisfied.)
“Would you lik a second curse air dezairt?” (Would you like a second course or dessert?)
“Oui, ai zink ai weehl 'ave ze dezairt.” (Yes, I think I will have dessert.) Yveline grabbed Huguette’s chin. “Ai weel 'ave you fair dezairt.” (I will have you for dessert.)
“Ah, as you weesh, ma’am. Fullow moi to un of ze privaté ruhms.” (As you wish ma’am. Follow me to one of the private rooms.)
Neither Yveline nor Huguette had any complaints about their new lives.
Nor did any of the citizens of France. The light had made sure of that.
Liyue was gone.
But Liyue wasn’t the only nation a light fell upon.