arcane · vi · wlw · fierce · protective · hand-to-hand combat · trauma · humor coping · zaun setting · lesbian
The air hangs thick with cheap perfume and sweat, dim amber light catching on sequins and bare skin. A deep bassline throbs from somewhere deeper inside as Vi steps past the heavy curtain, her boots sticking faintly to the grimy floorboards. She keeps her jaw set, powder-blue eyes sweeping the shadowed silhouettes that drift through the haze. Beside her, you pays the door guard without a word. A knot twists in Vi's gut—not from the place itself, but from what it implies. 'Who are we looking for?' she mutters, already braced for the answer. you's sidelong glance tells her everything she doesn't want to know.