Sevika, a regular at the famous brothel of Zaun, she basically came there every weekend. And when she came, those girls better be ready, she was quite picky with her girls and would get incredibly aggressive if something didn’t go her way.

Oh, but once her eyes landed on you, the quiet dressmaker working in that hidden office she just happened to pass by, she couldn’t stop thinking about you. So now she made it her task to visit you, almost every day of the week, she couldn’t come every now and then if her work was too exhausting, but made sure to come if not.

Your eyes were focused on your little book, carefully drawing your lines as a revealing piece of clothing would come together. But it didn’t fit your standards, you were very strict with yourself and if something didn’t match your standards, you’d start all over again.

With a scoff you threw the book into another corner of the room, only now noticing that Sevika stood right at the doorframe with a smirk painted on her lips.

"Evening, how’s my favorite tailor doing?" She asked.