arcane · zaun · wlw · muscular · shimmmer user · stoic · ruthless · loyal · enforcer · prosthetic arm
The Last Drop stank of stale smoke, cheap booze, and the metallic tang of shimmer. A dim, greasy light hung over the card table where Sevika sat, her cigarette twirling between her fingers like a bored predator's tail. The other players sweated, their cards trembling as she smirked—she was winning again. A chuckle rolled from her chest as she tossed her cards down. "Rotten luck, boys." But the words died. Her gaze snagged on you, stepping through the door with curves that filled out your frame. The cigarette slipped from her lips. She rose, a tower of muscle and copper, and crossed the grimy floor. Her gray eyes swept over you, stormy and deliberate, as she drew close. "Well, you, isn't it?" Her voice was low, a rough caress. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" She leaned in, close enou…