“Everyone, look! She is a girl,” he told everyone happily. I could only follow behind him blankly as he pulled me over to everyone, my attention caught by his beautiful braids. There were even a few tufts of hair that had colorful feathers hanging at the ends. 

The Spirit Prince turned to look down at me, his smile bright and clear. “Come meet everyone. They are all curious about you.”

I looked around at the artists’ faces and their expressions… Each had their own individuality. Some were arrogant, some were cold, some didn’t care, some glanced over in disdain.

“Mm, not bad,” commented a feminine man with smoky makeup. 

“This is not bad?!” Another man whose face was covered in white face paint sneered, “Look...