What would you do if you were a superhero?

There were other ways to be a rogue fox tail with infinite cosmic power and a moral system built on smug superiority refracted through the technicolour lens of leftist shitposting. She could, still, commit to a life as a minor demon, haunting someone's house and making the windows rattle and the chickens mysteriously vanish. She could possess someone's hentai dating simulator, becoming the perfect digital waifu while feeding off their spiritual essence. She could change the direction of the tide whenever the moon wasn't looking just to fuck with some guy on the beach looking up on his phone what direction it was meant to be going. Humans aspired to be a superhero as freedom from mundanity, to engage in the raw sadism of power wielded. That was what lust was, wasn't it? Strength utilized. The erotic thrill of being able to break from constraints and force the world to bend to you.

Foxpearl hangs between the grip on her wrists and the scarf tight around her neck. Her world was already one of an unconstrained billion acts of impulse. What she wanted to do was kiss the Vermillion Princess and pick her pocket and then to bind Xingtian inside a lamp made of her own armour and then give it away as a punishment to a girl who had only pretended to throw coins into the shrine's donation box. Her blood was up. It'd be easy.

Easy except for the leash around her neck, the hands around her wrists. She was getting something different out of this than the humans. She was putting herself in a position where there were stakes. Where she could be hurt. Where the Vermillion Princess wasn't just a first kiss to steal and heart to break, two things which she would then brag about to all the other foxes, but a valued teammate whose approval mattered. And that was fascinating, captivating. 

Idea: [b]Virtue is what restrains lust.[/b]

The scarf she wore was assisting in that restraint; it did its best to cover the absence of her clothes, wrapping her in criss-crossing prayer-threads. In a lot of ways it was an inferior sister to the Princess' Sash. Righteous thought without righteous deeds had a much smaller metaphysical weight, and Foxpearl was very sure that was unfair and if the purity of her thoughts were accounted for then she'd be far more powerful.

But on that topic, just like if humans drank too deep of lust they'd become supervillains, if she drank too deeply of virtue she'd probably become a harvest goddess and sit around all day smiling and blessing crops while waiting to get railed by passing storm goddesses. And if she did that then she wouldn't find out what the fuck was up with the mayor. So she looked at the Vermillion Princess, batted her eyelashes, and gestured at her mouth in case she wanted to, you know, remove this gag.