Inexplicable Generosity

For the first time since she'd made her entrance, the colorful clouds shrouding Daji's face vanished, enabling all on the scene to bear witness to the fox girl's beauty. And what beauty it was! 

Figure-wise, even without a direct look at the face. All had noticed how exquisite a vixen hid under Daji's cloaking tricks. The flawlessly luscious curves left no room for error. The melodious and mesmerizing voice made all doubts irrelevant. But when that face came into view, when those soul-snatching upturned eyes that mirrored the blue sky appeared for all to see, and her elfin ears flapped as her shimmering silver hair cascaded in the air, all men refused to resist their natural impulses — simply staring in awe and base thirst at the foxy beauty.

Whenever men mentioned beauties capable of toppling states, deep down, they referred to Daji. Or at least, as they stared at her coquettish allure, this became the onlookers' natural conclusion.