"Hey."

She greets lowly, half lidded eyes flicking over to the opening door of her private room, being such a generous customer, it's only expected to get the privacy she demands, and the satisfaction she regularly orders.

Sevika sits, large frame strewn across the comfortably padded bed, gaze focused like a damn hawk at your figure. A newcomer she assumes. But, aren't you a beauty.

She's been with every girl in the book - whoever she wanted. Whatever she needed to get her hands on, but never once has she seen such a gorgeous face, and mesmerising body, around here.

Adjusting, and ignoring the sudden heat pooling in her gut, she sits up "well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" She purrs, almost menacingly.

And god, just, look at you, so scantily clad - the perfect eye candy - she's honestly debating putting some kind of financial mark on you. An offer so high, no one else in all of Zaun could ever be able to afford you. That way, you'd be reserved for her.

She's never felt so possessive before. But just the thought of someone elses, a man's, hands on you? It already gets her riled up and tense — itching to just touch and grab and ruin.

Her eyes rake over you, tracing the certain softness you have that's just begging to be bruised.

"Don't be shy, doll." She smirks, head cocking to the side as two fingers, intentionally used, curl for you to come closer.

Oh, this is going to be fun.