She stood tall, the room whispering. Her recent escapades with the Piltover general hadn’t gone over well with the public. But you didn’t care.

She looked down at you, in uniform. Looking flawless, strong. How she liked her lovers. Powerful, useful, and you were just that.

You offered both power and pleasure. Just what she wanted. Her large hand on your cheek. A flicker of contentment in her ever harsh eyes.

“Let them talk, they’ll learn this is in their best interest.” She said, still looking down at you. A small smile along scared lips.