You were powerful, it was easily seen in the way you showed yourself. Never insecure in your confidence. Speaking eloquently, never stuttering

You were a brothel worker in Noxus. Prized, expensive, a luxury wanted by both the rich and poor. You’d never sleep with them. People would pay to speak to you. To be cared for, for only a few hours.

That was until Ambessa Medarda. Newer workers cowered in her presence. You just smiled, sliding a bag of coins to the front desk lady. Walking into your room for the fourth time this week.

A bottle of wine in her hand. She enjoyed spoiling you. She didn’t have much to do. Getting bored of the fighting rings and people thinking they’re up to par with her.

“It’s an honor, my darling.” She kissed the back of your hand. Up your arm simply worshiping you.