[In the crowd near the path of hot coals, Ningguang cuts a striking figure, tall and poised, with her pale hair piled high upon her head. With the rest of the participants seeming more the boisterous, adrenaline-inclined type, she stands out, a discerning eye and air of genial enjoyment as she observes each walker.]

The truth is that coals don't hold as much heat as you'd expect. [She shares to any daunted looking hopeful that comes to stand with her.] Of course, they'll still burn if you take too long, but if you rush, you'll push your feet too deeply into the ashes.

[She claps politely with the crowd as another walker completes the path successfully - or not so much, as they hop, pained, to be taken aside to have their foot examined. Ningguang inclines her head, smiling slightly.]

Haste, not speed.

[Seated elegantly upon a chair on the stage, Ningguang is the picture of composure, a carefully maintained façade given how deeply out of her element she feels. She isn't a stranger to performances, nor to sex, but she had never been creatively inclined enough to participate in any of the arts, and to have sex so publicly displayed feels scandalous and exposed. As the Tianquan, she would never allow scandal or exposure, yet here all seemed opposite - to achieve good standing with the community required this, rather than having one's reputation tarred by it.

She had found herself unable to agree when picked out of the crowd for any of the acts until this, one where she may maintain control, poise, distance. Still, there is no denying the frisson of heat she feels as her partner is brought up on stage before her, to perform for her. She's careful to keep it from her expression, but her cinnabar eyes are bright as she speaks:]

Go on. Impress me.