<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fe/Linsung.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Scholar Qiguan Lin Sung<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Metal<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Tea house, evening<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Shin Min-hee<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She understood the regret in Min-hee's kiss. Half a dozen times the woman had apologized to her, but those were just words she heard every day, sandwiching every request. Lin Sung watched the last traces of their uninvited guests vanishing, the tea house girls sweeping up a handful of broken glass and ushering it away, until just the two of them remained. She held the silk for Min-hee to slip easily into to lighten the burden of her leaving. "You're a brave young woman. When the expectations on me are unreasonable, I at least have the solidarity of the Emperor in my corner. You can only do what you feel is right, and suffer the consequences."<br/><br/>Mei Huai had said much in their brief introduction. Too much, perhaps. Scholar Lin Sung laid her hands on Min-Hee, and her voice dropped to an intimate whisper. "The Emperor has seen Lord Chiang losing his command of the region. Instead of bandits and cultists and fighting in the streets, you could have the solidarity of the Emperor. You would not need to do this alone." Her cheek pressed to Min-hee's as she fastened the clasp at the woman's back; her eyes closed when her glasses tipped askew, and a longing breath escaped her. "I would become scholar to the new magistrate, away from all the politics of the Silver Garden, and who knows how I might spend my days here in Pai Sun?"<br/><br/>The cloth pulled in from the flanks to trap Min-hee's breasts, but she was not ready to surrender them completely. A teasing had been started by gifted fingers and dragon cups, and with the knowledge that the dutiful woman's breast would now be left yearning, she dipped forward, between the folds of the fabric, to test the pampered softness of her lips against the tender mark left by a dragon cup. Her wine-dark hair was a veil drawn over where her tongue played privately, the way it only could when not a soul was watching. Wet lips drew over the red mark, and they'd been too slippery for satisfaction, so she repeated the kiss a little firmer the second time, achingly firm the third. Min-hee's kiss had been an apology, but this one was naked ambition Lin Sung could never take back.<br/><br/>Qiguan Lin Sung's dexterous fingers stumbled with righting her glasses back onto her refined nose, and then with drawing the fabric across Min-hee's chest. "You must hurry on and do what you can for the lord. Just remember- it is our duty to truthfully report his suitability to govern."