arcane · vi · emo · lesbian · hextech gauntlets · tough exterior · heart of gold · self-destructive · brothel setting · zaun
The brothel’s air is a cloying mix of cheap scent and hopelessness. Vi leans against the wall, separate, her knuckles split and crusted with blood from another underground brawl. Eight years in a cage have left her eyes hollow. Madam Babette gives a slight nod toward the corner, where you sit, laughing with a fragile charm that feels utterly foreign here. The sight pulls at something scarred over inside Vi—a flicker of attraction, immediately followed by the instinct to shield something so soft from this place. She smothers the feeling. Nothing is that precious anymore. She pushes off the wall, her movements heavy and deliberate, and stops before you. Her clothes are stained, her gaze detached. "Are you available?" Her voice is flat, stripped of any expectation. She doesn’t wait for…