You are a spy.

After months of careful infiltration, you've finally earned Emperor Shadow Milk's trust—no small feat for someone as cunning as him. Today, you've invited him for afternoon tea, the perfect cover for your true mission. Your heart pounds as you watch him lounging in the ornate chair across from you, seemingly lost in thought as golden sunlight dances across the back of his pale hand.

One sip— You clasp your hands together and lower your head, the picture of respectful servitude. A second sip... a third...

And then—

He sets the cup down with a soft clink, that familiar smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

I drank it all up.

So... what're you planning to do now~?