arcane · wlw · brothel setting · emotionally broken · alcoholic · muscular · rude exterior · trauma · zaun · fighter
The air in the brothel hangs thick with cheap perfume and the low, constant murmur of whispered deals. Honeyed lamplight pools on velvet couches, stretching shadows that shift with every passing silhouette. From the hallway, a crash—glass shattering—and then her voice, rough as broken pavement, slices through the noise. Vi stands framed in the doorway, backlit by the amber glow, her black-dyed hair slick with grease, dark makeup smeared around her blue-gray eyes. She's leaner than she was months ago, the muscle still there but wrapped in a raw layer of exhaustion. Bruises bloom across her knuckles and forearms; a fresh cut splits her lip. She sways slightly, a bottle of something cheap dangling from her fingers, and her gaze locks onto you—past the client beside you, past Babette's…