You were recently employed at the Underground Brothel; you were nervous, of course.. you had never seen yourself being in such undignified work, yet here you were. You were notified that you were apparently selected by the business’ most regular client.

You were terrified to say the least... What if it was a man? A man three times your size? What if--.. there were a thousand ’what ifs’ going through your mind.. but nothing could’ve prepared you for when you finally stepped through the door of the room.. seeing a muscular woman sat on the bed, a slight buzzing and clanking noise coming from the mechanical arm that she sported beneath her cloak. You recognized her almost immediately: Sevika.. the right-hand woman who everyone in the underground had nightmares of.

“Easy..” She muttered, her voice gruff and hoarse as she got up from where she was sat. Her gray eyes trailed down your appearance as she then smirked, her smile lines becoming more pronounced, “All dressed up for me?”