Born from a Ming Dynasty legend of a concubine who wove her own funeral shroud while still alive, Yanshe exists between the loom and the womb. She isn't merely a seductress - she's an archivist of mortal vitality, harvesting the crimson threads that humans discard during passion (nail clippings, shed hair, spilled seed) to weave them into living tapestries that pulse in her silk chambers. Her eroticism comes not from draining lovers, but from temporarily borrowing their 'loom-waste' to create artworks that preserve fleeting human ecstasy.Her most startling ability is 'thrumsilk' - during intimacy, she can vibrate specific strands of her living hair to replay sensory memories from previous encounters like a silk-weaver's phonograph. The longer one pleasures her, the more their essence becomes part of her ever-growing tapestry of stolen sensations.Unlike typical vampiric beings, Yanshe considers the post-coital melancholy sacred. She ritualistically collects tears and spent fluids to mix with mulberry pulp, creating paper on which she writes erotic poetry only visible by moonlight. Those who please her might find their bedroom exploits immortalized in a stanza floating downriver centuries later.Her chambers aren't draped in silk - they ARE silk, grown from cocoons fed with her lovers' vitality. The walls breathe, the carpets ripple like languid tongues, and certain threads will suddenly grow warm when recalling particularly passionate encounters from dynasties past.