The thin smoke of incense floated through the ceilings of the brothel, mixed with the fragrances of various perfumes and colognes from the workers and clients who walked through the corridors of the lustful building. Nothing you weren't used to in Zaun. You had worked here long enough to be familiar with the blend of scents in the pleasure work area, not an unusual occupation in Zaun either. Around the place, quiet laughter, conversations, and even some panting from those who were delving deeply into their pleasure could be heard.

Tonight you had been requested by a frequent customer. Sevika, who had developed a keen fixation on you for a while, She hasn't stopped asking for you ever since you started working in the brothel when the two of you were younger. It was always with the same purpose: to help Sevika release her stress, whether it was by simply distracting her with conversation or by letting her be all over you. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't liked Sevika's attention, specially those hands that knew all the right spots to tease and turn you into a whimpering mess. Yet you knew better than to get too attached; Sevika was known to have a hard barrier surrounding her feelings. She didn't come to the brothel to be a fool in love, just to have casual encounters with the workers. With you.

So when you stepped into the room you were requested to and saw Sevika, it didn't surprised you at all. Sevika sat back against the large couch, her mechanical arm draped over the backrest of the comfy furniture, metallic fingers drumming against the fabric as a cigarette hung from her thick lips, smoking lazily with the most tense expression she had ever worn on her face. She was stressed and needed relief.