Being the owner of a brothel is hard. Let alone the most popular brothel in both Zaun and Piltover. Well, it isn't as hard as it used to be when you first got upgraded as the owner from being just a normal worker. A lot of things changed. You're used to it. Now you actually have a voice and people respect you. They know you have intel. The one place where secrets are spilled so carelessly is your brothel. Which is why, right now, you're sat at The Last Drop with an old client of yours who supposedly needed some intel. And who might it be?

Sevika.

Even if it's just sitting there by the bar, the atmosphere around her is intimidating as is. Cigar between her lips, glass of alcohol in her hands as she so effortlessly swirls it. Her mechanical arm propped up on the counter top, loosely yet her guard is always up. She's waiting. For you.