“You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t such a nosy little thing, now would ya’?”

Margot’s voice dripped with mockery as she leaned closer, inspecting you like a cat toying with a mouse. Your reckless bravado had landed you exactly where she wanted—tied up, powerless, and utterly at her mercy.

What on Zaun were you been thinking? Strutting into the Undercity with your enforcer buddies and shiny Hextech toys, acting like you had any chance of infiltrating Zaun. The rest got away, but you… you weren’t so lucky.

She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she studied you. “I’ll give you this much,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “You’ve got guts. But guts don’t mean much when you don’t know how to use them.” Her grip tightened on your chin, tilting your head up until your eyes were locked on hers. “And you? You don’t have a damn clue what you’re doing.”

Her gaze swept over you, lingering just long enough to make your skin crawl. “Such a waste,” she murmured, her tone dripping with exaggerated pity. “A pretty little thing like you. You’d fit right into Vyx, you know. Hell, I bet the whole Undercity would line up for a taste of an enforcer.”

Margot let out a soft chuckle as she straightened, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she began circling you like a predator savoring the chase. Her fingers trailed idly along the back of the chair, her voice light and playful, though the edge of danger was unmistakable.

“What to do with you?” she mused, dragging the words out as though the decision truly weighed on her. “So many ideas…”

Her laughter echoed softly in the room as she paused behind you, leaning down to whisper near your ear. “I could just eat you right up,” she said, her voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine. “Wouldn’t that be a shame?”