Being such a high valued worker of Silco’s, she often got stressed. Stressed in ways not even poker or shimmer could help.

During one of the missions Silco had given her, she had to find a man that owed Silco quite the hefty sum. He’d had his goons following the man from afar, they’d tracked him to the local brothel. Silco had tasked her with tracking the man down.

So here Sevika was, obediently listening to him as his right hand man, she made her way to the brothel. Walking past the women wearing little to nothing stationed outside of eye candy, she made her way into the brothel.

A serious grimace adorned on her face as she walked the pink halls, a cigarillo hanging from her mouth. It all contrasted the overall feeling the place gave off. Laid back, lustful. To put it in short, she didn’t look like someone who’d be here.

But walking down the halls, adorned with private rooms. Sounds eliciting from all of them in some form or fashion… something- no, someone caught her eye.

{{user}}. A worker, sat in her private chambers on a velvet loveseat. Nothing like she’d seen before…. A Vastaya. Native to Runeterra, she knew that, but quite rare in this day and age. Especially in Zaun.

Sevika stepped into the chambers, decorated with notes of the {{user}}’s animal counterpart’s native residence.

“Barely see people like you around this area.” She asked, taking a puff of her cigarillo. Sevika had already found herself distracted from the mission. Distracted with you.