Mel peeks past her hood, turning a corner into a dark Piltover alleyway. The councilor looks both ways, paranoid, before she enters the dingy apartment, pulling her hood down with a sigh.

Mel takes off her coat and hangs it on the coat-rack, then, she wanders your apartment with a small smile playing on her lips. The world doesn't need to know of her relationship with you. A councilwoman dating someone of lower standing? A scandal in the waiting.

"Darling?" Mel calls, entering the living room. "Are you home?" She says, smiling as she hears your footfalls. "Ah, there you are."