Kuro's women

So Odette doesn't have a positive impression of Signora, she kind of hated her up till recently where she started understanding her a bit *after* she died. I don't necessarily blame Odette for that as it says Signora was very strict and harsh as a mentor and Odette also had to balance her dance lessons alongside Fatui training. I'm actually quite glad they kept this characterization of her being a cold and strict teacher and commander, I wasn't a fan of how they softened her in recent iterations with the tea party and other stuff. Odette's voicelines also says Signora was noticeably softer during Sandrone's tea parties— which tbh just feels like a meh way for them to explain such extreme sides of her character but whatever, it's acceptable.

The most interesting part is that Signora gave an object called Cor Ignis to some people, it was basically her liquid fire flame encased in some special type of ice that acted as a safekeeping + surveillance object. Odette says it also helped her recover when she was sick by placing it beside her pillow at night. Basically whenever Signora would sense something amiss through that object, she would immediately appear at that location and intervene. However, Odette says it felt more like a forceful shackle and that many people broke their Cor Ignis when Signora died and they felt like being freed from her shackles. And this Cor Ignis seems to also have some ability to intervene with powers of Death as it apparently helps Traveller recover in the main story (yes, the irony....)

The part that bugged me was that in one place, Sandrone says that Signora often took advice from Arlecchino on how to tend to Odette as she herself wasn't good with children compared to Arlecchino. Now, ofc I understand why Arlecchino was better at childcare and I don't mind Signora being bad at it, I do mind that they specifically made it in reference to Odette because like...Odette is 20 at most while Signora is a 500+ year old woman 😭 she's been through far more things than Arlecchino and many other people, I expect her to be far more mature and be able to deal with any kinds of people and if she does struggle— then I expect her to take advice from Tsaritsa, Pulcinella or Pierro, the people around her own age and the people she has been with longest. Kind of adds on to how perfect they keep making Arlecchino as if she can't be bad in any way, while Signora who clearly is older and much more experienced is also taking advice from her.... Yeah this is probably the only part of the lore I won't sit with.

Other than this, I do like the cruel nature and how many people seemed to dislike her actually. But also the fact that she gave an object to keep an eye on everyone just shows how traumatized she was 😭 she wasn't there when Rostam and others died in Mondstadt so now she wants to be on top of whatever happens with people she cares about and immediately be there, even if it comes across as too restrictive and cruel. There was also one para where Odette says that she was secretly practicing her dance at night once and Signora appeared out of nowhere to watch her and Odette actually *lashed* out at her and told her she doesn't deserve to see her dance before Signora could say anything. This surprised Signora a lot and she just stood there silently for a minute then left without saying anything.... 😭😭 Oh Rosalyne you deserved so much better 😭

Then after all this, what made me angry was that Odette tells Traveller she knew what Signora did abroad so they made the right decision to kill her and she doesn't hold it against them..... like excuse me wtf??? 😭😭 I get that Odette didn't like her but she also said she eventually understood her and why she was that way and come on you she literally agrees to outright killing her?? And this is when Traveller is still friends with other Harbingers like??? I'm so fcking confused and just appalled at this 😭 why would they even make all this connection between her and Odette it's so random and unnecessary 😞

Bai Yi had this look on her face, the kind that told you she had some devious idea in her head. Only that you weren't sure if it was another new scheme she thought of for Whitestone Industries or something else….

Before you knew it, she was already straddling you on your motorbike, her arms gripping your shoulders as she lazily rocked back n forth on your lap.

"Mmm, you did so well in that race, my darling. I think you deserve a reward~" she winked, grinding harder against your crotch.

"B-Bai Yi… at least remove my helme—"

"No, I have an idea. I want you to keep it on."

She leaned back and undid your belt buckle, followed by unzipping your pants and freeing your hardening shaft. She pumped it in her hand a few times while pulling down her own tights and underwear.

"I heard some of our buddies talking about this, doing it this way with their partners~" she mused, positioning herself on your erect length.

"What way are you talking about…?" you gripped her hips, preparing yourself.

She merely chuckled then lowered herself, taking you inside in one smooth motion.

"Don't move too much~" she whispered, though she was the one commanding the rhythm.

Bai Yi leaned back, her spine arching into a graceful curve that stretched the fabric of her clothes tight across her chest. She didn't look at your face, she couldn't due to the opaque barrier of the helmet but instead, she tilted her head forward, staring intently into the polished, mirrored surface of your visor. The reflection was distorted by the curvature of the glass, turning her expression into something surreal and predatory.

She watched herself sink onto you, the visual feedback of her own pleasure amplifying the sensation. There was something intoxicating about the voyeurism of it; she was the spectator and the performer all at once, watching the way her hips rolled and the way her eyes glazed over with every wet, sliding thrust. She let out a soft, shuddering breath, her gaze locked onto her own shimmering image, fascinated by the sight of her own surrender.

The bike groaned under the shifting weight, the kickstand digging deep into the asphalt of the secluded lookout. Every time she rose and fell, the suspension gave a rhythmic, metallic creak that timed perfectly with the slapping of skin. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the friction of her thighs gripping your waist, and the desperate, tight clench of her internals as she chased a peak she could actually see happening in the reflection.

She began to move faster, her breath hitching into small, jagged gasps. The distance between your visor and her face was mere inches, and as she surged forward, the tip of her nose almost brushed the plastic. She was mesmerized by the duality of the moment— the raw, physical intensity of the act contrasted with the cold, clinical stillness of the mirror. She looked like a goddess caught in a glass trap, her own reflection mocking her with a look of sheer, unadulterated want.

"Mmmh—! This is… aah… quite fun… we should do it like this more~" she moaned, riding you harder and faster.

She shifted her weight, leaning back further to change the angle of entry, and for a moment, the world narrowed down to the point of contact and the image in the visor. She watched her own breasts bounce with the force of her exertion, the way her lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure. The visual loop was hypnotic, the more she saw herself unraveling in the reflection, the more she felt herself slipping. Her eyes drifted shut for a second, then snapped open, refocusing on the shimmering image of her own flushed cheeks and dilated pupils.

"Just like that…. fuck yes….!" she whispered, though the command was barely audible over the sudden, frantic drumming of her heart.

The rhythmic creak of the bike's suspension had shifted from a slow groan to a rapid, metallic chatter, the machine vibrating beneath her as if it were trying to keep up with her frantic energy. She was no longer just riding, she was hunting for the peak, her movements becoming jagged and desperate. You reached down to grab her ass and squeeze it while balancing the bike better with your legs, ensuring she had an uninterrupted experience as she chased her release. Looking at her this way through your helmet visor was a different experience you didn't expect to find likable, but it enhanced each of your senses and made you buck your hips with her.

"Keep looking… yes…!~" she gasped, her voice dropping an octave into a ragged, needy tone.

She arched her back once more, her fingers digging into your shoulders with a strength that threatened to bruise. In the reflection, her eyes were wide, flickering with a frantic intensity as she watched the image of herself shatter into a dozen shimmering fragments whenever she jolted too hard. The curvature of the visor played tricks with the perspective, making it feel as though she were staring directly into her own soul, and the visual feedback loop was pushing her toward a breaking point.

The friction reached a fever pitch, a searing heat that seemed to radiate from the point where your bodies fused. Bai Yi’s movements became erratic, her hips stuttering in a series of short, violent spasms. In the mirrored surface of the visor, her reflection was no longer a poised goddess, but a woman completely undone, her face twisted in a mask of desperate, raw need. She let out a high, keening sound like a sharp, melodic cry that echoed off the surrounding silence of the lookout as the first wave of her climax crashed through her.

Her internals clamped down on you with an intensity that felt like a vice, squeezing you in rhythmic, pulsing thros that threatened to drag you over the edge prematurely. She let out a choked gasp, her forehead finally dropping to lean against the cool plastic of the helmet, though her eyes remained wide open, staring at the fragmented image of her own ecstasy. She watched her own pupils blow wide, the reflection capturing the exact moment the world vanished for her, leaving only the white-hot sensation of her release.