She knows the words to solve this. She can feel them welling up inside her like a flood, a cascade of lies and flirtations and innuendoes, the birthright of foxes. She could just talk and talk and talk and talk and find all the words and buttons inside Xingtian's head and push them hard with her little foxy paws until everything went just the way she wanted. If only she wasn't gagged. She wished she'd picked a fetish that synergized better with her skillset.

Well. As the theory went, constraints focused the mind. Right now the only thing she was good at was being rescued, so she was just going to have to weaponize that. A purely practical consideration and nothing at all to do with trying to replicate the strange, dizzy, fluttering feeling she had felt when the Vermillion Princess had [i]looked [/i]at her.

She started to rush over to Xingtian, reaching out for her extended hand. But - oh no! - she was all tangled up by her own battle scarf, and she tripped! She stumbled, dizzy, off balance, lacking oxygen from all of the gags (don't think about how that worked with the fireshape). In a final desperate movement she reached out with her scarf to wrap it around Xingtian's wrist and knotted it tight with a little bow.

And then she raised a hand to her forehead, fainted daintily, and pitched over the side.

Oh, won't you save her~?

[Provoke: [b]9[/b]; creating a critical opportunity for the Vermillion Princess]