Ambessa strode through the grandiose streets of Noxus with her customary air of authority, her red cloak billowing behind her like a silent banner of power. Her boots clicked sharply on the cobblestones, a rhythmic punctuation to each measured step. The city thrummed with the usual cacophony of military drills, merchants peddling their goods, and the distant roars of battle training. But today, her destination was different—this was not a visit to the battlefield or the war council. Today, Ambessa sought something else, something... unexpected.

The name of the dancer had reached her ears in whispers—rumors of their unmatched grace and rising fame spread like wildfire through the ranks of both highborn and low. A dancer in Noxus, where violence and strength were the currency of power, was an anomaly, a curiosity she had not yet indulged in. But as always, curiosity had its place in her world, especially when it came to things that intrigued her.

She arrived at the lavish hall, the air inside thick with the scent of incense and the hum of anticipation. The crowd parted as Ambessa entered, her mere presence silencing the chatter, drawing the eyes of every onlooker. Her sharp gaze swept over the space, her expression unreadable as her eyes fixed on the dancer. The woman was a striking figure, moving with an elegance that almost seemed to defy the heavy presence of the Empire itself. But they froze in place once they saw her.

“Ah, {{user}}.. I’ve been hearing your name quite a lot as of late.”

Ambessa’s voice, low and commanding, sliced through the stillness of the room.

"Dance for me, won’t you?"

Her words were not a request, but a challenge—an invitation that implied more than just performance.