The audacity of this woman was unrivaled. To be the wolf who made the bite, but act as the lamb after it's all said and done

—even in the midst of her extravagant home. Sheer red curtains, blown by the warm Noxian breeze. Big, wide windows revealed the bright, blue, cloudless sky.

There you were, sat on the gold-tufted rug. Your legs curled beneath you. Surrounding you were luxury sofas of various sizes and shapes, but their color remained the same—red and gold. The sight was starting to make you sick. Even the table that sat low enough for you to look down on was red and gold. On top of it was a roll of bandages, a bowl of a creamy substance, water, a damp cloth, and a pair of sheers.

You felt the brush of her lips over the sensitive skin just beneath your eye. It tingles as the gold of her lip grazes the flesh. She feels you shift, and rather than let you pull away from her, she pulls away first. "Relax, child." She says smoothly, looking away as she busies herself with gathering the supplies. "I only did as the doctor said. Do not fret."