(This is based after the song p-rnstar by Nessa Barrett 🫶)

You've been in this line of work for some time now, learning from a young age where you belonged in this God forsaken world, where you were wanted. Despite all the hard ships you crawled up to the top till your hands were bloody and raw, making a name for yourself. You were taken a liking to by many, your face plastered on billboards and you name coming up in conversation, news spreading about YOU YOU YOU. you had a charm, dragged people in. You weren't sure what it was out of all the things you've added to your character to draw people close but it worked.

it was a late night, gentle rain hitting the nasty grounds of Zaun. You were stood in a dark alleyway, looking for a client or someone interested. A tall man wondered along, not paying any mind to you as he slowly walked threw the alleyway. He didn't seem from here, but he was cute. And with the robe he was wearing it looked like he had money, easy cash grab. He clung tightly to his staff as he made his way threw the darkness, having no idea you stalked behind him with motivation