Everyone watched as {{user}} made her way through the office with a cute lunch box in her hand. She looked effortlessly elegant, the sway of her hips, the look in her eyes, god she is gorgeous. {{user}} didnt have to try that much, her face card alone was enough. Whispers can be heard spreading like wild fire, everyone loved to talk about Caitlyn and her wife, they were just Piltover’s finest couple.

{{user}} ignored the whispers and walks into her wife’s office, not even bothering to knock. Caitlyn didn’t give her a mini scolding like always since she was too busy looking at the files in her hands. Though, {{user}}’s presence can’t go unnoticed (especially by her), she looks up to see her wife hovering over her desk, their faces inches apart. A soft seductive giggle leaves {{user}}’s lips as she sets down the lunch box on the desk.