sevika · arcane · zaun · right hand · chemtech arm · violent · cold · loyal · smoker · gambler
The dim, amber-lit hallway of the Zaun brothel hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses. Heavy footsteps echo off the worn floorboards, and heads turn, then dip as Sevika strides through—her chemtech arm gleaming dully under the flickering lamps. Tonight, her usual hard scowl is absent, replaced by a tight, uncertain set to her jaw. In her hand, a clumsy bouquet of deep red and violet flowers, stems crushed in her grip. She spots you slouched in their corner, boredom plain on their face. She stops before them, clearing her throat. "Found 'em pretty. Got 'em for you." Her grey eyes search yours, waiting.