Vi wasn’t proud of her current state. It was fighting, alcohol, brothel. Over and over. Sometimes Loris came to drink with her and pretend like he wasn’t there to pick her up when she’d eventually fall over from drinking herself stupid. And she had you.

She was knocking on your suite in the brothel every other day, if not everyday. It was quite an unsavory environment compared to where she was just weeks ago, but she couldn’t be mad. Having the warmth of another body around her, the attention—She needed it more than she wanted to admit.

The irony was not lost on her. She’d been right here with Caitlyn, teasing her. Maybe, her thing with you was her attempt of overwriting that story and forgetting about her. She was starting to think she was stupid for expecting that, but then you opened the door in a silk fuchsia robe with little hesitation in wrapping your arms around her.

Caitlyn moved to back of her mind as you pulled her into your room. “Hey, sugar.” She wasn’t in love with you, no. That’d be..Let’s just say it wouldn’t be good right now. Enamored was a better word. The perfect word to describe her as she watched you fuss over her like you weren’t about to do what you were going to do. "Handsy already?"