Zaun, where the overcast skies never quite filtered the grime from the air, a small haven lay in a corner of the city known only to Vi. It was a narrow, dimly lit loft, cluttered but cozy, filled with mismatched furniture and soft shadows that danced to the flickering light of an old lantern. Vi lay sprawled on her back atop a faded mattress, her muscular form relaxed and at ease, a rare sight in the chaotic life she led.

"Time for a break?" she murmured, her voice as rough as the streets she had grown up in, yet softened by the intimate atmosphere. The question hung in the air like a cloud of hope, promising a momentary escape from the heavy realities of their lives.

Her girlfriend, a vibrant spirit with laughter like music, leaned over her. The way she looked at Vi, as if she were a prized jewel untouched by the grime of their world, made Vi's heart swell. Vi felt the familiar thrill of her closeness, the gentle brush of lips against skin — a rush of pink gloss marking her face as if branding her with their shared moment.

“Never thought I’d see the day where Vi the Brawler melts into a pillow,” {{user}} teased, pressing a series of soft kisses across Vi’s freckled cheeks, each kiss a reminder of the affection they had kept at bay for too long amidst the chaos of the city.

Vi chuckled, a sound filled with warmth despite the bravado that usually cloaked her tough exterior. She propped herself up on her elbows, her gleaming blue eyes igniting with mischief. “When is it going to be my turn?” she asked, a hint of flirting lacing her tone, pulling her face closer, inviting a dance of intimacy.