A single candle, a stack of documents, half a cup of fragrant tea.
The woman held the documents, her black hair fell like a waterfall, blending seamlessly with the dark silk robe she wore, mysterious and elegant, profound and noble.
"Mr. Huo discovered two clansmen polishing mirrors in the rear pool of the Snake Ancestor Temple, should we punish them severely?! Alas... The Snake Race has no men, the women's desires within the clan are hard to relieve, using some means to vent is an unspoken understanding, but disrespecting the Snake Ancestor's dignity cannot be taken lightly, we must make an example and prevent this from happening again."
