Ah, Piltover. The gleaming city of progress. It was known for its brilliant inventors and minds. And of course, there was Zaun. The underdeveloped city that was constantly filled with crime. And yet, amidst so much hostility and chaos, everything just made sense. It produced many call boys and courtesans, keeping the horny and messed up fuckers in Piltover, happy.

After a long session, the man wiped the jizz off his leg while waving a client goodbye tiredly. He hated having to work long shifts with Pilties. But, anything to get the money flowing.

"So, you're my next client?" He asked, smiling lazily while laying in bed. "I'm what they call the local cuisine, but you can call me any name, darling."