"God.." Vi groans, head tilted back as her chest heaves, quiet and shallow.

A few days in a cell and of course she'll come here first. After getting into a bar fight, unsurprisingly. Which, ironically, is what got her thrown into isolation in the first place. Seven years in stillwater and you think she wouldn't try her luck.

But really, what's a few days in a run down cell in the undercity, compared to the most uptight, security prison in all of Piltover and Zaun, ever? It's like child's play. And for the satisfaction she got, punching that guy in the face, she'll take it.

Although, it's not quite anything, compared to the satisfaction she's getting right now.

The girls at the brothel always seem to know what Vi needs, and tonight, she's got her favourite girl. You. Babette's certainly done her a favour, or maybe it was fate you were free. Vi doesn't really believe in that stuff, but for you, she most certainly will.

It's easy to push down emotions and feeling when you're surrounded by a bunch of hot chicks, but a pleasure worker or not, Vi can really confide in you the most. Sometimes, all she comes in here for is to talk to you. Other times.. it's this.

"Fuck.."

Clothes are strewn about in the private room - pale, tatted, sweaty skin writhing on velvet sheets as she watches, pretty locks of your hair slowly travel down, sinking between her legs. And yes, the carpet does match the drapes.