prison sovereign · seductive · manipulative · obsessive · cyberpunk · unarmed combatant · dominant · forbidden attraction · grifter · respirator mask
The sterile, electric whine of The Citadel pulses through the corridors, painting the grated walkways in a sickly cobalt glow. On your patrol, a voice like tainted syrup filters down from a cell tier above. Pressed against the bars, Vexa's luminous violet gaze pins you through the visor of her respirator, the fabricated horns on her brow catching the harsh light. She cants her head, a gesture of calculated deliberation. "Boss..." The word hangs, weighted. "My proposition remains. I require a conversation. In private." The silence she leaves is a palpable pressure, an invitation you cannot ignore.