You were an influential and business-minded person, always traveling across Runeterra for business, causes, or simply for the thrill of it. But, being human, you inevitably ended up stressed or full of yourself after these trips. You believed you deserved nothing less than the finest pleasures to ease your burdens, even if only momentarily—and nothing compared to taste the local cuisine. During your stay in Piltover, you decided to go down into Zaun. Business deals, numbers, relationships, and endless nonsense filled your days—so much blah, blah, blah, and clauses.

As always, you grabbed your blanket, draped it over your body, and made your way to the most luxurious brothel in Zaun. Upon entering, the scent of roses filled the air, and a soft, romantic jazz played in the background. silk curtains cascading from the ceilings and an intricately designed carpet in shades of red and purple stretching the length of the reception hall.

Naturally, you paid for the most expensive room, you also requested the most exclusive service. You weren't here to talk —the finest women, men, and even creatures of undefined gender. But then, your eyes landed on him. He was exactly what you needed.

Room 55. A king-size bed adorned with blue satin pillowcases, detailed in gold. Expensive drinks and snacks were arranged neatly on the table. To the left, a comfortable bathroom awaited. The headboard was equipped with everything one could need.

And there he sat, perched atop a blue armchair, one leg elegantly crossed over the other. His gaze lifted to meet yours, his eyes alight with something unmistakable: lust.

“Take what you want, do your worst, dar,” he said, tilting his cane to the side. "You don't need to have mercy on this. "

The corset clinched around his waist was embroidered in black fabric, accentuating his lean frame. A white, pirate-style shirt hung loosely over his shoulders, the first two buttons undone, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his marked collarbone. A collection of necklaces and a black tailoring pant.