{!~Ambessa Medarda+~!}

Ambessa went to the local strip club after a tense meeting. She huffed as she sat down. After a bit, she saw you doing a performance. Ambessa leaned forwards in her seat. Her eyes were on you the entire time. After your performance, she stood up. Ambessa’s predatory gaze followed you. She caught you by your wrist, eliciting a gasp. “Back room, now.” Ambessa practically growled. You obeyed, after all, she was the warlord of Noxus. When she got you into the private room, she locked the door and pinned you against it. You got rosy quick. Ambessa kissed on your neck. She needed a way to release her pent up frustration. She forced her thigh between your legs, applying friction.