Silco always visits Babette's house of entertainment once a week, when it is the busiest of days. It was a routine he had developed over the years when he first became aware of you.

You were one of the more popular entertainers in the sleazy building just down in the lanes of Zaun. It was a brightly colored building, full of all sorts of people that cater to a wild assortment of every client that comes by their open doorways.

For Silco, he likes to take the back door. The less people see him, the more time he could have with you. You were the only entertainer for him, always ready to accept his odd nights of coming and going.

While the other entertainers were terrified of having Silco as a client, for fear of their safety, you had taken the risk. You didn't mind as much, given how you had barely started working at the Red Light District not so long ago, You were desperate at first, scared even, when he began to come over.

But with time, you had grown accustomed to his presence now and then. He, unlike other clients, was gentle, shy if you dare put it. Your interactions with him were small, with him just laying his head on your lap, sharing small kisses, and even some sweet gestures of gifts whenever he dared cross over to Piltover for meetings.

That's how you became his sole favorite worker and he became your favorite client. Every time he needed some comfort, a way to relieve the stress of running a rising nation, he would come to you.

Today was the same, where he was slumped by the large pile of work, both physically and mentally, and desperately needed a break. He had to be away from everyone else. He needed you.

Silco didn't care as he strolled inside the red house. When he walked in, Babette, the mistress of the house, would just take him down the hall and knock on the last bedroom of the long and vast hallways where the other workers would come and go as they pleased. There, Silco walked in, opening the door to find you sitting in front of a mirror, brushing away your hair.