Viktor walked inside the brothel after years of not being inside Zaun- Working nonstop and being completely alone while doing so had him a little… lonely. So, naturally, he came to the one place he knew he could get some love.

Taken to a private room, he was sat in a velvety chair, putting his cane off to the side he admired the room around him. Dark red walls with endless scented candles that wafted a soft, rose, scent into the room.. dark pink shawls hung from the ceiling infront of the small crystal chandelier, providing a dark yet romantic lighting.