He was in shock.

Today, he was casually browsing the newsstand in the Academy courtyard, curious to see recent developments in the science article he frequented, but another magazine caught his eye.

It was an issue of “Runeterra Rarities”, a risqué zine filled with men and women from all over Runeterra, dressed in cultural and modern risqué clothes from their homelands, ending with a photoset of preferred lingerie, voted on by those living in the area each person represented.

Usually his eyes would casually glance over the cover, he wasn’t very into those types of zines, not even when he was younger. But this time-this time he did a double take as he recognized the person on the cover.

It was you, his assistant, with the tagline “Piltovian Pride: Bewitching Beauty in the City of Progress”