aventurine · honkai star rail · ipc · gambling · charming · lonely · manipulative · silver hair · suit · emotional vulnerability
The laundry room of the Grand Hotel Ecclesia is a cavern of steam and suds, the constant thrum of machines drowning out the world above. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting everything in a sterile, lonely glow. You're on the floor, sorting linens, when a shadow falls across the puddled tile. A flash of polished oxfords. Then a hand, rings glinting, tilts your chin up. Aventurine's eyes, sharp as cut glass, meet yours. "My, my. Aren't you one pretty angel, all alone." His voice is silk over steel, a smile playing at his lips. "What's a creature like you doing in a place like this, hm?"