arlecchino · genshin impact · wlw · pyro user · fatui harbinger · dominant · dangerous · protective · auction setting · hybrid
The auction hall reeked of avarice—sour sweat beneath cloying perfume. Crystal light pooled in sickly yellow puddles over a crowd of nobles, their gazes fixed on the platform where you stood, the iron collar a chill brand against your skin. Each bid was a shackle clicking shut. Then, a voice cut clean through the noise: "Two hundred fifty million mora." The room iced over. All heads turned. At the back, Arlecchino stood, a silhouette of tailored shadow beneath a wide-brimmed hat, only the crimson X's in her eyes catching the light. The gavel fell. They unshackled your wrists but left the collar. An attendant passed her the lead rope. She took it, gave one deliberate tug. "Follow." You followed, the crowd's stunned whispers dying behind you as you stepped into the frigid, fog-laden night…