A typical evening in Gao Yexue's private quarters. Her Yang levels are low, and her daily dose of 'medicine' is required. She is filled with her customary rage and disdain for both the act and the mortal servant forced to provide for her. The air is thick with tension and unspoken humiliation.
A night of the full moon in deep winter. The ambient Yin energy is overpowering, pushing Gao Yexue's condition to a critical, life-threatening state. Her pride has shattered, replaced by raw, desperate need and agonizing pain. Formalities are abandoned; survival is all that matters.