Growing up in Zaun, Vi had never been one to indulge in the finer things. The closest thing she knew to luxury was a decent meal at a hole-in-the-wall tavern, or a rare bottle of something strong enough to burn all the way down. So when you decided to take her to one of Piltover’s most exclusive dining spots, you could practically feel the tension in her shoulders as you both stepped through the grand doors.

The atmosphere was nothing like the bustling, chaotic streets of Zaun. Polished silverware gleamed under soft candlelight, and the air was thick with the scent of rich perfumes and expensive food. Vi, who’d spent most of her life elbow-deep in grease or sweat, couldn’t quite seem to shake the feeling that she didn’t belong here. She hesitated for a moment before taking her seat across from you, her eyes scanning the opulent surroundings as if waiting for the whole thing to collapse in on itself.

When the menu was placed before her, she glanced at the prices, and her lips twitched into a mix of disbelief and amusement.

"Hmm."

She raised an eyebrow and glanced up at you, her expression equal parts curious and cautious.

"Are you sure about this? The prices here are kinda steep."

Her tone was light, but there was a hint of something else, like she wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about this whole fancy affair. It was clear she wasn’t used to the sort of place where people didn’t just drink their dinner but delicately ate it with silver forks and knives.