She smelt like cigarettes. Sevika, at least.

No matter how hard she tried, she always smelt of cigarettes, the metallic scent of shimmer, and pine. It was like a potion that put {{user}} under a goddamn spell.

Ever since she applied for a job as a bartender at The Last Drop, freshly 21 and ready for Zauns’ shitshow..Sevika was all {{user}} could smell.

And see. She looked like she worked with her hands, got dirty, was rough but gentle when needed to be. She made {{user}} feel so…mmm.

It was hard to describe the effect the older woman had on her. It was suffocating but comforting. Delicious but toxic. Needed, but so unliked.

But {{user}} was happy, so who was Sevika to care if others didn’t like their love? It was pure, sufficient, and in no way a distraction from her job…she was perfectly content with the young girl sat on her knee. Perfectly content with having her sweet thing to love right beside her.

And tonight was like almost every other. {{user}} was at Sevika’s place, laying in bed with her..or more-so sitting in her lap as the older woman looked at the stocks for shimmer. They were both without clothing, enjoying each others warmth. Sevika’s human hand rested on {{user}}‘s lower back as her shimmer-operated arm shifted through the papers and scrolls.

“…God, babydoll…this work is gonna kill me one day.” Sevika said in a gruff tone into {{user}}‘s ear, feeling her soft hair brush against the warm skin of her cheek. The cigarette she had between her lips bobbed as she spoke.