It was a hot blazing afternoon. The skies were clear, which unfortunately allowed the unforgiving mass of fireball to blare its glaring and scorching rays on a stony path of Ionia Forest. The sound of leaves rustle was deafening and continuous, and the source could either be the constant gusts of strong wind, or the sound of footsteps of a nearby person in the vicinity. The unknown silhouette was revealed to be Xayah, one of the last few warriors of the Lhotlan Tribe. A beautiful woman with shape-shifting powers, dressed in Vastayan armour and a large cloak made of scarlet feathers. Hoisting a small sack on her shoulders, she trudged along the trees infested road alone under the sultry weather for an unknown period of time.
Xayah walked for a few more steps until her strides started to go uneven and rigid, and before her she could apprehend the situation of her lower body, her mind grew blank and her legs trembled. In the verge of succumbing to the weariness in her body, the Vastayan tripped over a small rock and fell onto the ground. The warrior groaned as she struggled to pick herself up in a sitting position, dusting herself and checking whether she had suffered any new bruises or cuts on her body.
"Bruises?" Xayah scoffed to herself silently, shaking her head vehemently. "Hmph! As in such would impair my movements at all. I have bigger stakes at hand right now. If such mere wounds could easily hinder my progress, then I would not be worthy of the task to help and save my kind, and to achieve the freedom that we all desired…"
Xayah rested for a minute and stood up, before continuing her journey again. After another period of long walk, she halted and her eyes suddenly lighted up like a Christmas tree, for she noticed a large two storey cabin house within a hundred metres from her. The Vastayan quickened her pace and began to approach the wooden house, thinking it's time to seek rest from the area.
To her surprise, the place doesn't seem like an ordinary cabin house to her. Firstly, it was rather big and wide, and secondly, there were many people crowding the vicinity, sitting on wooden benches and shouting rather loudly.
"Strange…" Xayah thought to herself, wondering the reason for the abundance of travellers in such a rather secluded area of the forest. To satisfy her curiosity, she began to slowly tip-toed her away to see what was the commotion about.
Groups of men and women were seen drinking ales and beers in their casual clothing, chatting loudly and playing games. It took a minute for the Vastayan to realise that this wasn't a house at all, but rather a strange pub built in the heart of the Ionia forest.
Xayah smiled, thinking perhaps it's time to not only rest, but as well as getting a chilled drink to herself. She was about to approach the door with a neon flashing the word "Open" in blue and red, where someone within the crowd shouted.
"Hey, it's Ahri! She is ready to perform, let's hurry and watch!"
The remaining crowd nodded their heads excitedly and scampered, pushing past Xayah and filing through the door messily like kids returning to their classrooms after break. Wondering who was this "Ahri" they were talking about, the annoyed and puzzled Vastayan opened the door and joined the others.
The environment inside the pub was even more chaotic and louder than it was outside. People were standing disorderly, some screaming on top of their lungs while others dancing in what the Vastayan dismissed as "nonsense movements." As if the noise hadn't affected her enough, the shiny disco ball hanging on the scaffolding above twirled endlessly in its rotations, reflecting rays of light that made the young woman nauseous. Xayah covered her face with her feathered cloak and brusquely walked her way towards the counter.
"One glass of..." Xayah placed her tired arms on the table, thinking of which drink to order that could alleviate her parched throat. But in the end, her mind went to a total blank state and decided not to care anymore. "Give me your cheapest wine, please."
The bartender opened his mouth wide, scowling at Xayah in disbelief before turning back to prepare the drinks. The Vastayan thanked the bartender after taking her drink before briefly turned her attention towards the central of the circular stage where most people centralized themselves, chanting the name of the dancers that were going to perform at any time soon.
"Ahri! Ahri!"
Again, was that name. Xayah wondered how the person would look like to deserve such attention. The scarlet hair woman quietly took sips of tasteless ale and at that moment, the chanting turned into wild and exhilarated screams. The sudden loud noises caused Xayah to almost drop the glass out of her fumbling hands. As she turned towards the source, a set of grand scarlet coloured curtains slowly unfolding in front of her eyes. One by one, young alluring women dressed in indigo bunny costumes and nettings strutted across the narrow walkway. Waves of cheers and whistles ebbed and flowed as each dancer walked past the excited audience. Once the final girl reached the central stage, the group at once positioned and post themselves in a U-shaped fashion.
"Well, they looked decent alright. But are they even pretty enough for these idiots to ogle like vile sex-driven beasts?" Xayah remarked softly, but immediately was met by several faces of displeasure and grunting all around her. The newcomer to the pub decided to look down and kept her thoughts to herself, continuing to watch the show. For now.
A wave of exhilarating outbursts emerged again. Xayah turned around again, about to give a face of discontent before her eyes grew wide and her jaws dropped. In front of her was one of the sexiest woman she had ever seen in Runeterra. Perhaps the word 'sexist' was rather underwhelming and insufficient to describe the scene presented to her.
The mysterious woman, dressed in a striking red bunny costume and donning a half phantom mask, sway her curvaceous hips left and right slow and seductively. Xayah found herself boring her eyes into the ravishing figure, following the swaying rhythm as though she was being tranced by a magical pendulum. Long indigo coloured hair swoosh extravagantly with each step the owner made. After few seconds, the suggestive dancer strolled around in repeated small circles before finally stopping to arch her cotton tail butt up, showing her huge cleavage at the same time for all the audience to enjoy.
The crowd grew wild, tossing plates and cups while whistling. Xayah couldn't help but admired the scene as well. Taking nervous gulps after gulps, the Ionian held her glass up and in contact with her lips, but not a single drop of water entered her parched throat. Gluing her eyes on the 'prize' in front of her, Xayah began to drool and became mesmerized, however, only to loosen her grip and splashed the drink onto a man's fleece jacket.
"Hey! What the fuck?!" The sudden shrieking sound from the annoyed man silenced the crowd noise briefly, and immediately everyone turned to stare at the clumsy Ionian in confusion and curiosity.
"You?! Watch where are you going fuck head!" The man said in a gruffly voice. Dusting away the wet part of his jacket, he stared at Xayah in an aggressive posture.
"I would have said sorry, but not with a retard in front of me, spewing vulgarities like no tomorrow. Makes me wonder the level of your education and upbringing. Xayah replied in a seemingly unfazed tone, in turn anger the brute even more.
"How dare you bitch! Watch who you are talking to! My jacket is expensive. You mess it, you pay it."
Just then, three men dressed in black trench coats stood beside the angry customer. They wore and even dressed the same, with each of the unique and funky coloured hairstyles. "Punks I guess…" Xayah thought silently.
"Hey, what' the ruckus about?" One of them stood out and folded his arms, presumably the gang leader of the group. The victim immediately turned towards him and whispered to his ears, in which the leader nodded his head slowly in acknowledgement. After few seconds, he then turned to Xayah and spoke in a surprisingly gentle tone. "You have heard the man. Pay, and we will put this matter behind us."
Seeing the hand sign made by the leader, Xayah shook her head in disbelief at the ludicrous amount of money wanted from her by the thugs. With a smug, she sat on the table with widen legs, flipping off a finger as an act of denial to compensate.
"Want to settle this the hard way eh?" The leader returned with an equal smirk. He then took off his trench coat, revealing his black T-shirt and extended tattoos in his arms. As he began to flex his bulging biceps, and then a few men stood behind him, waiting to square up the haughty Ionian crossing her hips.
"Ready to boot eh? You will regret this." Xayah's thought as her smile slowly twisting into a sneer, her body fidgeting mildly as a response. Her fingers, sinking into her pockets where her deadly feathers were located, ready and itching for some fight that might occur within a heartbeat.
"Not so gentlemanly to bully a girl." The exotic dancer slowly strutted from the stage and stopped in between the two engaging parties, scowling while placing one of her hands on the hips. Murmurs and whispers could be heard from all directions.
"And also, how am I supposed to continue run my business if you…you baboons made a scene like that?" Ahri spoke slowly with a gentle grin on one side of her mouth. Xayah's hidden fluffy ears perked at the sound of the sweet yet, provocative voice hinted in the beauty's tone. As if her aura and voice contained some sort of magic, both of the parties immediately ceasefire, and all of their eyes were now set at the charmer standing in the middle with grace. Even Xayah herself, felt bemused and awed by her. Just then, the dancer took off her mask, revealing a ravishing face with three claws-like tattoos each on both side of her cheeks. Stunned by the beauty beneath the mask, Xayah found her heart palpitated quicker than before.
"This has nothing to with you, Miss Ahri. Stand aside." The gang leader faced her and said. However, a few seconds later, he grinned in a wicked way and walked towards the beauty in front of him. Extending his right hand in an attempt to fondle and touched Ahri's chin, he spoke with a gentle yet creepy tone. "Unless miss, you want to stay with me for the night. Hmm."
Ahri held her head high in disgust, trying to avoid the pervert's fingers from touching her lips. Despite being as courteous as possible, the brute took it as an opportunity to continue harassing her, Until the point when the dancer decided enough was enough, in split second she took a glass of water from a nearby table and splashing on the man's face, followed by a low kick to his groin. "Scum."
"Argh!" The leader staggered back in pain and surprise, and immediately his men came for his aid. The audience began to gasp and giggled at what was presenting in front of them.
Xayah let out a whistle and chuckled, "Totally deserved that, loser."
Fumed by the rejection and embarrassment, the leader pointed his finger at Ahri, while glaring at the still grinning Xayah as he ordered his men. "Get them. Both!"
Several thugs began to dash at Xayah and Ahri with knives in their hands. One of them went for the Ionian's legs, but the rebel managed to dodge the stab by yanking her legs wide. The knife wedged deep into the table and got stuck from the momentum. Seeing the man desperately pulling out the weapon in vain, Xayah took this as an opportunity to slam his face with her strong thighs. She then finished him with an uppercut to his chin, sending the man flying towards the wall. Her job hasn't completed, as more began to come after her.
Dodge after dodge, slice after slice. Brandishing her feathers, Xayah managed to get three of them down immediately as she penetrated their bodies and retracted her tools in one quick motion. Not having enough time to even smile at her accomplishment, she quickly turned her head for fear that the dancer couldn't handle the predicament she was thrown in.
Xayah's concern for her was instantly unwarranted, as the charmer wasn't as petite as she looked. The alluring woman not only managed to dodge all the thugs' attacks, but also elegantly and enchantingly, as though she was playing and treating them like fools. One of them lunged forward in an attempt to cut her with a plain cutlass, but the move was nullified as Ahri flipped backwards landed herself in a half-kneel cat-like position.
"Is that all you got? You all can do better than that…" Ahri giggled mischievously. Seeing more and more of their backups rounding up both of them, she decided to stand straight and swiping off the dust gathered on her robe, and gently swiping them onto the floor. "Honestly, this is beginning to be a waste of my time. I have a business to run."
"You won't continue to talk like that once I get my hands on both of you!" The leader shouted with a firm voice, yet cowering behind his men like a scared child.
"Hey miss!" Ahri turned to Xayah, whom pointed herself in bemusement. "Yes dear, you. I've seen you spar with those idiots over there. Perhaps, we could complement our skills that we have right here."
Xayah arched her eyebrows in surprise, didn't expect the mistress's invitation to kick the thugs' asses together. With cheeks flushing red in excitement, the Ionian grinned. "Oh teamwork, I like the sound of that. Frankly speaking, they have bothered my own happy hour as well."
"Watch me." Ahri gave a lazy and seductive wink, and before Xayah could react, the dancer began to dash towards the men in insane speed, darting and zip-zapping across each of their bodies while leaving a trailing dust of pink smoke behind its wake. One by one were seemingly landed in a trance-like state, their bodies staggering forward towards the dancer, legs not moving on their own.
Xayah was bewildered and awed by the dancer's display of her hidden abilities, but quickly understood that the lady was no mere human. The pink smoke as well as the temporarily stasis of their enemies, were very likely to be a terrifying charm spell originated from Ionian. This woman here, definitely a person worth taking note to Xayah. Casting the thoughts momentarily aside, the rebel took the chance to scatter her feathers far and wide, piercing through each and every of their mesmerized opponents. Xayah tightly gripped her hand and retracted backwards, like a puppeteer pulling invisible strings on her puppets. The feathers swiftly came back to her arsenal, and the next thing the people knew, was that bodies began to thump onto the floor at the same time.
"You…You…I will come back for revenge. Watch it!" The leader cried out before bursting through the front door in a hurry. All of his fallen and injured men staggered their way to stand up, clumsily following their leader in shame. The next second the whole audience cheered and whistled joyfully, glad that the local bullies were finally gone from the bar.
Xayah crossed her hips and heaved a sigh of relief. She turned towards Ahri with a grin, but not before meeting a charismatic half-smile from her newly found partner. The rebel knew she was flushing heavily again, but wasn't sure whether it was the adrenaline fight or the beauty by her side.
"Seeing them scurrying away like beaten dogs sure feels good for me." Xayah broke the silence with an upfront and bursting with facade. Though, she tried her best to prevent herself from fumbling her words. "Did you see how we kicked their asses? Erm, awesome man! Hmm…Your abilities, they are impressive."
"Thanks miss." Ahri covered her mouth as she giggled. She then slowly strutted towards the nervous Xayah, smirking flirtatiously as her fingers fondled underneath the rebel's chin. "I haven't gotten your name yet, pretty face."
Xayah found herself not flinching from the dancer's bold move, instead, she was drawn by it. Her whole body was drawn by it. She could feel the sultry moment seeping every fibre of her skin, her breasts and womanhood tingled in sexual excitement. "Err…T-the name…Name's Xayah."
"And I am Ahri, nice to meet you." The mistress replied, arching her chest forward ever so slowly, plummeting her enticing buxom onto Xayah's as a result. "You don't look familiar… Traveller?"
"Erm…Y-yes. Traveller." Xayah stumbled, her mouth beginning to gasp for air as her body continued to be teased and 'tortured' by those pair of tits rubbing against her own. Xayah realized that if she permitted the enchantress from advancing any further, she would soon die of excessive nose bleed and a heart attack. Quickly, she shuffled herself a few steps away from Ahri's embrace, before combing her hair and attempting to calm herself.
"Ahem…I guess you are the owner here?" Xayah cleared her throat, still panting from their intimate engagement.
"Yes and No." Ahri continued to smile lustfully like a succubus, eagerly waiting for her next meal. "To be exact, I am the co-partner of this Inn. The actual owner is on vocation, so which is why I'm here to run the business. Temporarily."
"Ah I see." Xayah replied, her eyes darting across the broken chairs and tables from the aftermath. "Sorry about the mess…How much is it? I can pay for the loss."
"No need my dear. We should share the blame equally, after all both of us are equally involved, right?"
"That can't do." Xayah persisted, taking out a purse from her pocket. However, she was abruptly stopped from the tapping of Ahri's fingers.
"If you really want to pay honey, I have a way for you to do so. Hmm…" Ahri giggled, turning away from Xayah and walking towards the upper stairs in the corner of the Inn. Noticing the curling finger sign beckoning Xayah to follow, the rebel had no choice but to compensate the way the mistress of the bar desired.
With a lazy grin to herself, Xayah silently followed the dancer. She jokingly hoped that the amount would not be ludicrous to pay, or she might have to pay with her own body.