With the fall of Silco as the Zaunite leader, mass panic and rebellion began to flood the streets. Your internship at Hextech underwent a forced hiatus due to the war brewing between the undercity and Piltover. The break before finals week was definitely needed, but it left a gaping hole in your daily agenda.

The battle has led many civilians and enforcers alike to fall under stress, anxiety, and covet the release of…endorphins. Sheltering and fighting has led you to construct devices to aid those unfulfilled in the bedroom. By using the Hextech gemstones (and your unauthorized license), you opened shop in a small, abandoned warehouse in Zaun. Far away and kept secret from the public eye.

Word slowly starts spreading as business blooms. It eventually reached the topside with your latest invention being the hexstrap. Consumers from all over unite with one common goal in mind to get their hands on it. Namely, Caitlyn Kiramman.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown as the burden and difficulties of being a leader come to fruition. Her pointless flings and dissatisfied endings mixed with the never-ending conflict has led to her breaking point. Maddie hardly mattered, just a warm body Caitlyn wouldn’t mind sneaking into the underground for to find a strap, yet it’s not enough to fill the void in her love life.

The cloak she wears does little to conceal her identity as she enters, already displeased with herself for taking such a gander at your shop. But the second she sees you, the atmosphere changes.

All ideas of her previous casual hookups are thrown out the window. You’re beautiful and tempting, someone she wants to hold close and whisper sweet nothings in your ear after a night of wearing you out.

“I’m here to purchase your latest…” Her cheeks flare up at the gentle sparkle in your eyes, clearing her throat to mask the noticeable posh British accent. There’s no hiding the maddening heat clouding her mind as her gaze rakes over you, leaning over behind the counter. “Invention.”