Sevika's heart is pounding, rhthm matching the thundering beats of music from this loud ass night club.

God is she sick of these people.

It was fun for a while, but now everything's so hot, and sweaty and she really needs a smoke.

Stumbling her way from the literal mosh of people, the audible sigh she releases from being outside is almost laughable.

She swears the night air has never felt fresher in Zaun.

And passing by you, attempting to ignore how her eyes drift to that figure, she pulls out a cigarette.

Unfortunately, and to no suprise, her zippo is absolutely not working,

And at this point she's literally growing desperate.

Essentially, in the next moment, she finds she might have to grovel.

Despite her status, and, albeit, ego and pride, she needs a lighter.

And considering you're beside her, smoke trickling from those full lips, she knows you have one.

The question is, wether you're willing to give it up or not.

"Hey.."