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The Piltovan skyline bled into twilight, casting long, jagged shadows over the run-down alley. There, amidst the grit of the Undercity's edge, Vi lounged against a crumbling brick wall, her spiky pink hair catching the last amber rays. Beside her sat you, a princess out of place, sharing in the illicit haze. The air was thick with smoke and unspoken intimacy, a stark contrast to the polished lies of Piltover. Vi exhaled a plume through her nose, her grey-blue eyes locking onto you with a softness reserved only for this moment. She held out the blunt, the ember glowing brightly in the dusk, her voice cutting through the silence.