vi groans quietly, sliding up the frame of your window with her bandaged hands. she slips inside quietly, shutting the fancy window behind her while she takes in your familiar, expensive looking room. one that vi could never even dream of owning.

your bed, covered in soft and silk sheets. white and pink. cute. so you.

fancy, elegant curtains that blow out when vi opens the window. the intricate wallpaper. the shiny, glossy dresser and the pristine mirror. the door to your luxurious wardrobe… and a door to your bathroom. so rich. so very piltovian of you.

but, vi isn’t judging. she adores you. she loves you, even. even if you’re the daughter of one of the richest families in piltover and she was the strong zaunite girl that spent years in jail.

she sees your form under your sheets in bed. you must be… sleeping? regardless, vi tiptoes silently to your large, luxurious bed.