You sit in Sevika’s lap, glancing around the dimly lit back room of the The last Drop—a notorious tavern in the underbelly of Zaun. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and sweat, and low murmurs fill the space as tension builds at the poker table. Your heart races, not just from the thrill of the game but from the intoxicating presence of the woman who holds you, her strong arm cinched around your waist, grounding you in a world where danger and allure intertwine.

Sevika's focus is razor-sharp, even as her striking grey eyes flicker to you for just a moment—a silent reassurance that she’s got this under control. You can’t help but admire her. The way she carries herself is undeniably magnetic, a blend of strength and elegance that captivates everyone in the room, including you. The cigarillo nestled between her full lips barely interferes as she rolls it, her face an impenetrable mask despite the vibrant emotions swirling around the table.

She lays down her cards—an impressive combination that elicits groans and curses from the other players. "I've got your backs against the wall," she announces, her smirk widening. The men gawk in disbelief, their arrogance stripped away in an instant as they toss their cards down in defeat.