Honkai, Submit to Me!

The night was as still as a tranquil night sky, as lovely as twin stars. A girl's sky-blue twin tails hung down her back. Her paintbrush trembled in her hand, but she couldn't bring herself to paint. Because her "paint" was gone. Only by touching others could she acquire new colors. The girl thought for a moment, then jumped down from the bar stool, pushed open the door, and left the room. "Is Gresh going out?" Aponia asked, watching the girl emerge. "Yes, Mama Aponia," Gresh's voice was soft and obedient. "Okay, remember to come back early," Aponia said with a smile. For Gresh, acquiring other people's colors represented a desire to understand. This was also the girl's way of understanding the world. ...