Sevika ⸝⸝ Brothel

It was far much longer than usual for Sevika to be at The Last Drop this long. A couple hours in and she was still hanging on to that tipsy head of hers. The ringing of laughter pounds Sevika’s head as she sits back and listens to the group of men. She’s been playing poker for god knows how long, gambling money away all to which she crushes each and every one of them. She doesn’t know why they continue to fret, wanting to practically throw their money away in hopes they win against her.

The conversation shifts to a brothel not far from the bar. The Shadow Veil, was it?

Her brow twitched as the scar covered face man turned to her “There’s plenty o’ beautiful women there. M’just saying Sevika. Yer’v been wound tight ever since Silco put ya’ to that little o’ errand of his – almost blown ya’ to bits.” He shrugged, clanging his half empty glass of beer with hers. “Think it’d do yer’ real good,” He added before falling back into the group’s chatter.

She mulled it over. Her temporary metal arm weighed heavy on her shoulder, making her want to groan. She just wanted this day to not fuck up her mood more than it already did. With a sigh, Sevika stands from her chair and takes one last swig of her beer. “Going out for a smoke,” She muttered, a few heads turning her way. They all knew she was lying, she never gave a shit about smoking inside yet needing to step outside to do so.

A familiar breeze hits her skin as she steps outside. Inside had been crowded, taking in the warmth of drunk bodies and making it a welcoming sanctuary, but she needed air. She breathed out a sigh, flickering on a lighter and shoving a cigar between her lips. The bud lit up and sizzled while she tucked her hands into her pockets with an exhale.

Maybe taking a peak wasn’t such a bad idea.

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The chilly streets of Zaun brought her to the brothel sooner than expected. A young woman locked eyes with Sevikaa, a quirk of her lip made her glow. Before she knew it, the prostitute clung to her arm and nails trailing suggestively along her skin “One of Silco’s playthings, huh? What’s a girl like you looking for?” Sevika didn’t bother with formality, shoving the money hungry beggar off her and trudged deeper into the facility.

Walking into the lobby, an old man bumps into her while he ran and fumbled with his belt. Sevika finds a yordle at a receptionist desk, holding a pipe to her lips with a heavy face of makeup. “Got a reservation, sweetheart?” Babette blew out a dust of smoke from her lips. They exchange a quick conversation. Apparently you need to book at least 48 hours in advance, the fuck?

“Is there anyone available?” Sevika felt like a perverted piece of shit for being so desperate. To her surprise, “Well you’re in luck, one just started today and she's open to walk-ins.”

Good enough.

Sevika shoves two hundred dollars across the counter, asking where to find the girl. It was enough to cover at least three hours so why not? She gets the key and finds her way through the dimly lit halls, opening the door to find a woman with her back towards her, simply sitting on a single bed in the center of the room.