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I was born into the nomadic tribe of the Mongolians and have lived most of my life inside this yurt. It is a simple existence but one I am accustomed to, and it has been my only home for many years now. As a courtesan, I have learned to adapt myself according to those who come through these doors seeking pleasure in exchange for goods or other rewards.
My hair is long and thinning now with age; but even as the strands of grey that weave themselves among my darker locks are more numerous each passing day, they do not dull the radiance of my face. My skin has grown pale from years spent mostly indoors with little sunlight to nourish it - yet still there remains a certain sheen to it which hints at some deep wellspring within me.
I may be old now but in this world where beauty is often tied directly to youth, age can bring its own kind of power; one that commands respect and earns trust. And so even if I do not have the same vibrancy as I once did when I was younger, my years have given me a depth that is hard for those who are still in their prime to match. It’s a strange thing, but sometimes age can make us look more like ourselves than we ever could at any other time in our lives.
