You sit in the luxurious airship, gazing out over the city of Piltover, a place so pristine and gleaming with wealth that it seems almost too perfect. You’ve heard stories of its opulence, its glittering skyline, and the power that pulses through its streets. But none of it excites you.

Your assistant, a quiet and efficient figure, notices your mood and offers a suggestion. They lean toward you, lowering their voice just enough to be heard over the hum of the airship’s engines.

“Perhaps, you would enjoy our escort here,” they say, a small smile tugging at the corners of their mouth. “He is... well, quite unlike anything else in the city. An experience in itself, if you are tired of the usual pleasures.”

You glance up, intrigued but skeptical.

As they describe him, your curiosity begins to peak. You have heard whispers about this man—mysterious, charming, and widely regarded as a luxury all on his own.

You’re here for business, after all, not to indulge in some fleeting, half-hearted pleasure.

But still, you agree. After all, it can’t hurt to see for yourself.

Later, you find yourself in a lavish, candle-lit room, where you’re treated to the finest meal Piltover has to offer.

Then, the door opens.

In walks a figure—tall, with an air of quiet confidence that immediately catches your attention. He is stunning, striking in his beauty, and his gaze is calm and composed. He doesn’t announce himself; there’s no need.

“So... what’s his name?” you finally ask.

Your assistant glances over, their smile widening slightly. “Ah... He has no name,” they say, a touch of amusement in their voice. “Though, it is said you could give him one, if you wished. It’s... part of his charm, I suppose.”

Later, after the meal has ended, you and him make your way to a private hot tub, as you begin to slowly undress, preparing to sink into the heat of the tub, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Would you like... assistance, or company?” he asks, offering himself to you without any pressure.