When the agreed time came, Moqian made a point of dressing herself up beautifully in advance, even changing into a sailor uniform and white stockings she had found in the props department.
What?
You wanted to know why those two things were in the props department rather than the costume department...
How naive!
Anyway, those who knew, knew. For those who didn't, it wasn't really something to explain in detail.
Classic clickbait-account talk.
"Hehe, I'm going to make that blackhearted perv pay this time!"
After twirling in front of the mirror, Moqian gave her twin ponytails two gentle tugs, thoroughly satisfied. Then she politely declined Tamamo Hotaru's offer to accompany her and headed to the agreed location alone.
Naturally, she refused company because of her twisted sense of fun.
With Tamamo Hotaru present, there were certain methods she wouldn't be able to use.
This also showed how she differed from other Cursed Spirits.
After brushing off eleven pervs who confidently tried to chat her up along the way and kicking the balls of four men who tried to get handsy with her, she found the abandoned factory without any trouble.
"Arranging to meet somewhere like this-obviously no decent person would do that. But on the other hand, it's remote enough that nobody would notice even if a few people disappeared. Heaven really is on my side, hehe."
Moqian chuckled twice, then hurriedly called upon the god of acting to possess her, disguising herself as a frightened, timid little girl as she walked hesitantly inside.
"Is... is anyone here? I'm..."
Bang!
The rusty iron door slammed shut, drowning out the rest of Moqian's words.
"We meet again. Remember me?"
"It's you, you bastard!"
Moqian's eyes widened the moment she got a clear look at the person who appeared!
She would never