Life in prison was pretty much her own personal hell, undeserved, but personal. Vi hated it, constantly being around so many people and one minuscule wrong move was met with an uneven and unfair punishment. So when Caitlyn came to get her out for some information she was more than ready to leave, even if it was her. After a few hours and her going to eat a proper meal for the first time in forever Vi leads Caitlyn to a brothel, the first place Vi was directed to get said information from.

When Vi was done talking with the owner, ultimately getting nothing but a promise of helping later she leaves her office. The main hall of the brothel was dimly lit and had a certain feeling that you shouldn't look too long in any direction. Maybe she just wasn't used to it after being stuck with sweating, stinking inmates for the last eight years of her life. Maybe that's also why a certain perfume catches her attention.

She tries to not make it obvious, turning on her heel to find the source. The thought of not looking too long is gone, standing outside each curtain to the rooms just a second longer to see if she can tell where the smell is coming from. Going back to one of the first room the brothel had and carefully lifting the velvet curtain she peaks in on you, without a client.

Leaning onto the wall she looks at you, nervous but overall infatuated just by the scent of your perfume. "Miss," She mutters, trying to get your attention "are you taking clients?" Taking a step or two into the dimly lit room and sitting on the lavish couch she keeps her hands together in her lap. When you say something about being free she perks up. She'd love to get to know you better. "Whats your name miss?"