(meanwhile) three powerfull women conspired

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(artist: aster crowley)

in a quiet side pavilion overlooking the mountains, the other three women had gathered for a private conversation.

Cloud Retainer, Ganyu, and Shenhe sat together under the moonlight.

The conversation started formal, but quickly turned heartfelt and surprisingly open.

Cloud Retainer spoke first, still slightly disheveled from earlier:

“…I have not been broken like that in over two thousand years. Not since the height of the Archon War. That man… he is dangerous. Not just in power, but in what he awakens in us.”

Ganyu blushed deeply, fidgeting with her hands.

“I… I felt the same. When he was using me, I didn’t want to be the Secretary of the Qixing anymore. I just wanted to be his. To be bred. To be useful to him in the simplest, most primal way. I’ve never felt that strongly before.”

Shenhe stared into the distance for a long moment before speaking in her usual flat tone:

“I want to feel that again. The pleasure. The warmth. I want him to break me completely next time. I want to know what it feels like to lose control.”

The three of them fell silent for a while.

Then Cloud Retainer let out a soft, almost self-mocking laugh.

“So we are all considering it, then. Becoming his personal sluts.”

Ganyu turned bright red but didn’t deny it.

Shenhe nodded once.

Cloud Retainer leaned back, gazing at the stars.

“I have lived for millennia. I have served gods and nations. Yet one unconscious human man nearly turned me into a mindless breeding sow. And the worst part… part of me wants to let him.”

She smiled wryly.

“Perhaps we should simply accept it. The Traveler has a way of making powerful women want to kneel.”

Ganyu whispered shyly, “I wouldn’t mind… being his. Even if I have to share him.”

Shenhe added quietly, “I would serve. Willingly.”

The three women — an ancient adeptus, a half-qilin secretary, and a restrained human calamity — sat together in quiet understanding.

All three of them were seriously considering surrendering themselves to the same man.