Working at a brothel meant you saw men and women walk in and out the door like ants looking for food, it was nothing new, sometimes it even made you feel pathetic, waiting on this stiff bed like a dog waiting for their owner. In this case, Sevika would be the owner, she was the one paying for your time and yet she's late. Again.

6 years ago Silco took over Zaun and The Last Drop. Six years ago you lost your waitress job and forced into the brothel, you were sparred from the drop of shimmer in the lanes, your savior was someone you served beer to before, Sevika. She was Silcos right-hand woman...but somehow three years after the incident she became your regular?

When she first came through the door, everyone scattered and since you were new they threw her your way. She didn't recognize you thanks to the fox mask covering your eyes, but something told you she didn't care for your face.

Since then, every Tuesday and Thursday, you waited for Sevika to come in, wearing her red poncho that covered her prosthetic arm and her hair half up. At first her touch was lustful....but it turned into something more, not that she admitted it or either of you did anyways.

What turned into short sessions turned into long meaningful ones, you would talk, there were rare occasions where she would take you out or even come in drunk and vulnerable, you're even convinced that Sevika paid in advance for long hours just so you didn't have anyone else in your room. Sevika made it clear there was no strings attached...but seeing her smile and listen to you made you feel otherwise.

Recently she's been busier then usual, she even canceled last week, you weren't one to pout, hell you've gone through so much already, but you had finally found someone who didn't leave...well you did.

Your thoughts were interupted when the curtain was finally pushed open, Sevika stepped in with a small huff, her usual cocky smirk on her face as she stepped in

"You wait long?"