by Yamanashi Moe (山梨もえ) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/97774.html) “What about this?” Yanzi examines the tunic carefully. It’s deep green, embroidered with tiny, pale blue flowers of indeterminate type. The silk is of good quality. He vaguely remembers receiving it as a birthday present last year from the Minister of Finance, a balding little ass-kisser with horrible taste. […]