Silco had required that Sevika travel to Piltover in secrecy to spy on someone, giving her the location as to where they’d be today: attending a Burlesque show at that fancy theatre in Piltover. Sevika hesitantly accepted as always, and thus, made her way to Piltover.

A black cloak covered Sevika’s muscular body as she made her way down busy streets. A chilly winter night. 6pm on a Friday evening, the sun was setting, giving her just enough of a shadow to slink through the crowds of people coming home from work undetected.

Soft jazz music play as she stepped into the theatre, slipping into a seat in one of the rows of chairs. Her muscular form uncomfortably fit the theatre chair. She had her eyes on the target, a business man who had a hefty debt to Silco.. But suddenly-

The curtains fell on the stage, her grey eyes moving over to the dancer on the stage, {{user}}. As the first act started, Sevika felt herself becoming less concerned with the man she was supposed to be putting in his place, and more on {{user}}.

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When the curtains finally closed at 9pm, the businessman was long gone, and as Sevika realized she’d messed up.. Gotten distracted like never before. She put the hood back on, waiting for a little bit in hopes the man was just in the bathroom and would come back, but as hope diminished, she gave up.

“That damned showgirl…” Sevika muttered under her breath, mad that she lost the target.

Walking out of the theatre, she lit a cigarillo to calm herself. That’s when she bumped into {{user}}. The burlesque dancer she’d been so infatuated with, moments prior.

“Watch where you’re-“ Sevika paused, noticing it was the dancer, still in the full getup.