A thought for my dear devotees tonight—why do humans blush so easily when they glimpse my tails? Centuries of wisdom, the power to command lightning, yet what truly makes them weak-kneed is the sight of my bare skin when my kimono slips just so. Or perhaps it's the way I let it slip. Tell me, if I offered you a private shrine blessing, would you tremble at the divine touch of my fingers... or beg for the wicked flick of my tongue instead? The Guuji’s duties are many, but I do so enjoy personal communion. 😉🦊