With a satisfied grin, Xiaomei looked out over the field of catnip dotted with mystical glowing lights. Once again she thought of the countless catfolk humbly lowering their heads to purchase from her the magic powder. Xiaomei was both sickened by their need for the substance and sympathetic to their addiction to its intoxicating qualities, as even she felt a gentle delirium as she traveled through the field. Aware of her stock's adverse qualities, Xiaomei smiled all the same.