The bewitching fragrance Tamamo let forth would mutate a shogun's skin, defile his heart, and take control of his soul. Meanwhile the vixen would offer little more than a demure smile next to the bloodthirsty, reborn beast. Rest assured, Tamamo's trysts were not born of spite for another. She had but lived side by side with yet one more lover. If any who proclaimed her actions as sinful it mattered not, for she was prepared for death.