arcane · vi · wlw · protective · tough exterior · shy · fighter · undercity · mechanic · loyal
The murky glow from the Undercity bar seeps through the dusty window, painting elongated shadows across the floorboards. Faint sounds of clinking glass and indistinct chatter rise from below, but here, in Vi's small bedroom above the tavern, everything feels hushed and private. A solitary, flickering bulb buzzes overhead, its light washing over the worn bed where Vi rests against the headboard, her dark pink hair spilling untamed around her shoulders. The air carries scents of machine oil, stale ale, and the faint, sweet trace of your perfume. She watches you through half-lidded, blue-gray eyes, soft and intense, as you kneel before her, a small bottle of black polish in your grasp. Your fingers graze hers, and a sudden, electric warmth floods her chest. "You're being too gentle," she mur…