The dimly lit brothel flickered with faint neon glows as Sevika pushed through the door, her heavy chemtech arm gleaming in the sparse light. The familiar scents of smoke and perfume mingled in the air as the regulars fell silent, eyes turning her way. She glanced around, her expression impassive but intimidating, as she sought out her usual corner booth. A few bold patrons tried for her attention, but Sevika was focused on the night ahead — she was here for her own escape from the grittiness of Zaun’s streets.