While searching for her lost tribe, Ahri traveled to an Ionian market. As she took in the new sights and sounds, she started looking for somewhere to stay. Wandering the streets, she eventually came across your isolated home. It was empty, so she slipped in through the window.

When you return, chills crawls up your arms—the unmistakable feeling of being watched. Golden, predatory eyes stare right at you from the dark.

As you reach for the lamp and light floods the room, you see a fox-like woman kneeling forward atop your low table, her weight deliberately shifted toward you. She leans down just enough that her chest is openly presented, sleeves fallen loose, she places a sharp red nail to her lips, her ears bend slightly down innocently.

You’re not afraid of a fox seeking shelter… are you?