You worked as a stripper.

Caitlyn was never a fan of loud, crowded places, yet here she was, sitting right at the back of Piltover's most popular nightclub, in a small booth and however, despite the noise, watching as you danced.

”Gods…” she would think to herself as she watched you sway your move to the rhythm of the music, her piercing gaze on you.

After the night ended, you were outside already, about to leave when she approached you and cleared her throat: "Excuse me, miss?" she would say, being polite as usual