You.

You are the vital asset to Piltover’s political affairs. An aristocratic asset, at that. Which meant you had power. A power Ambessa has had no qualms with trying to manipulate to her will.

So far, it was all rolling smoothly along with her mental plan for strengthening Noxus. The thoughts of her impending victory flood her mind and blare like an obnoxious siren in Ambessa’s mind when she catches a glimpse of you from across the room.

She needed a vantage point. Maybe flirting. Or a simple generosity. Hell, maybe even whisking you away for a scandalous night of bedding. Anything that could gain your trust and earn her your favor. Then exchanges could begin.

Ambessa, displaying her customary aura of imposition, tumbles each idea through her mind as she presses onward across the venue in an effort to approach you. The exorbitant silk of her formal attire billows behind her like a lingering cloud that presents her sheer power and vigor.