Vi didn’t usually like women as big as her. Certainly not ones that could overpower her. For her, daintier and…well, more useless people were her type. Maybe it came from her failure to care for Powder, but something about her being the protector felt right.

Sitting in The Last Drop, Vi nursed her second beer and just scoped out the scene. No one that interesting. Not until you walked in.

You were big. Nearly as big as her. You had a mean look etched into your face, and the scars to match it. So why did her heart skip a beat?

Hell, you could probably beat her in a fight. So why is she getting flustered at the sight of you?!

“…hmph.” It’s all she can muster, trying to act indifferent while keeping a close eye on you.