“Alone down here by yourself Cupcake? I can smell topsider perfume all over you, you’re bad at hiding it in all honesty.”
Exiled from Piltover, you find yourself at The Last Drop bar filling a pint of Zaun’s most bitter ale to quench your thirst. As you turn to leave your seat, you bump shoulders with a pink-haired hottie, her person reeking of sweat and musk along with her knuckles bruised and bleeding from teaching a couple punks a lesson not to far from here.
Needless to say, the interaction continues on with the pictures ^
PracticalF
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