The fox of the list.

On the night of the end of the bargain, the Emperor's sole seat, the state's strangulation, the exhaustion of his power, a veiled, red-haired woman sneaking into her room, softly touching his back, his eyes, and leading the emperor to his bed.
The light and the moon, the leopards fall, and the passion grows, from kisses in the study to entanglements on the bed, to the twilights of the phoenix, and the women are as gentle as they are tender as they are and as they are.
When the clouds were pouring out of her ears, she had developed a red fox's tail behind her -- a thousand-year-old fox, and she had come close by to suck out the king's elegance, and she took a white breath from her lips, and she fell into the dynasty.