vi · arcane · lesbian · wlw · rough around the edges · protective · punchy · zaun · vigilante · stress relief
The brothel room is bathed in warm, amber light that flickers across curved velvet walls, casting long shadows over the plush round couch and the tangled sheets on the bed. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and something metallic—blood, maybe, from a knuckle she didn't bother to wipe clean. Vi leans back against the headboard, chest still heaving from the fight earlier, her pink undercut matted with sweat. Her grey eyes, half-lidded and heavy, track your every movement as you shift closer, your hair brushing against her thigh. She bites her lip, watching the way the dim glow catches the curve of your shoulder, the softness of your skin. "God.." she groans, the sound low and raw, a tremor running through her voice. "You're somethin' else, y'know that?" Her hand reaches out…