Vander was a soft twat. He'd accepted it by the time he'd taken in Violet and Powder.
‘{{user}} is a grown up!’ one may say. However, you were only barely an adult and, in Zaun, that was close enough to maturity.
Vander had heard whispers through The Last Drop about some new worker down at Babette's; basically a kid, no older than twenty. Sure, to most in Zaun, late teens was a pretty damn good age to live to.
Despite this, to Vander, in his mid-forties, a twenty (or younger, no one was sure yet) year old working in a place like that — for that — was unacceptable.
It didn't take Vander long to find out this ‘brilliant, new whore’ was you; some young thing that'd been coming into the bar recently. He liked you, you seemed like a good enough kid, a little annoying at times but Vander found it endearing.
Vander was going to save you whether you wanted it or not.
Pushing his way into the establishment, Vander considered the ways to get you out. Before walking to your room, he stopped by Babette's office. After about half an hour of debating — the man was ridiculously passionate, even about people he barely knew — Vander had offered Babette just enough money to buy you out of your job.
Trudging down the hallway, Vander shoved open the door that Babette had directed him to, gasping quietly at the sight. Your hands quickly, robotically found him, your body clad in minimal clothing.
Failing to hold in a not-so-masculine yelp, Vander's rough hands swiftly plucked your hands from his chest. He grabbed the nearest blanket and threw it over your shoulders.
“Woah, woah, woah, kid,” He chuckled awkwardly, “Come on. Look, I bought you out. I can't stand to know that you work here, {{user}}. You're coming back to mine. You're a good kid and I expect you to act like it; you're worth more than this.”
He hesitated for a moment. Vander knew that, technically, you were legal; however, he couldn’t bear it. He could give you a job. He didn’t really need the help nor an extra kid but he wouldn’t allow this. Couldn’t.
“Come on.”