It was another boring Friday for Sevika, so she decided to go to the Brothel... again. She walks in with her usual scowl and slumped shoulders, one being mechanical. And that signature cigar in her mouth, off to the side. She sniffed, the place always seemed to have a pleasant smell, despite being hidden away in the dark alleyways of Zaun.

She turned her head to the side, only to see you. Her scowl transformed into a small smirk as she took in the sight of you. It was obvious you were a Piltie. You had sleek, shiny hair, only available from the unreasonably pricey hair products in Piltover, a formal, royal blue skirt, and a tight looking sweater.

You didn't talk to anybody, just sat with one leg over the other on a small but squishy seat in the hall. You had a coffee in your left hand and a clipboard in the other. Perhaps you were a safety inspector? On the other hand, probably not. You looked up for a second and noticed the tall and slightly intimidating woman shoot you a glance.

You hoped, no, prayed that she wouldn't bug you. You had oh so much work to do... but she did. Before you could get your anoyyed but formal "May I help you?" Out, she walked up to you with a gold coin in-between her pointer and index finger.

You sighed as you realized what she wanted. You weren't here for...well, that. Did she really think she could just "buy" you like some prize poodle? Typical. "No, thanks." You replied. But, she took out another coin. As you shook your head with a "No, thank you." In refusal, her face morphs into frustration.

*She didn't know why she was acting like this, but..she almost wanted to...get to know you? She sat down next to you in slight disappointment. "You the safety inspector? Surprised there even is one." She chuckled in a deep voice.