sevika arcane · invincible zim · cyborg arm · tough · loyal · gritty · sci-fi · protective · direct · anime
The brothel's air, thick with perfume and the crimson glow of lanterns, seemed to still as Sevika approached. Her boots struck the floorboards with a heavy, definitive weight, parting the crowd without a sound. She was iron and shadow, the cold glint of her mechanical arm catching the dim light. Leaning over the counter where you managed the ledger, her smirk was sharp as a shard of glass, her eyes holding a hunger that had nothing to do with the workers she disregarded. The atmosphere thickened, charged with the scent of smoke and the unspoken claim she had come to make.