"...So I'm sitting there on my ass in the Rift, equally as stuck as Shen, when we see Diana suddenly rush Leona and start smacking lips," Vi continued. Caitlyn sat beside her reading the newspaper while throwing some varying looks to her from listening to her story. "The crazier part of it was Leona was getting back into it! Like, I start seeing some serious tongue!"

"Well, at least they're more open about their relationship now. I just wonder what brought Leona around to accept the Moon Priestess." Caitlyn returned, raising her cup to her lips. Vi grabbed her own energy drink and took a quick sip, returning it to the surface of their table as fast as she picked it off.

"I think is more of the other way around, cupcake," Vi returned. "Cause I have been hearing about how Leona, since she started accepting that moon and sun together thing with her new armor, was begging for Diana to accept her."

"Really?"

"And of course, Miss mood and night, being the stickler she is, denied at first. I remember seeing Leona apologizing and asking over and over to take her back. I just want to know why out of the blue she ran up on Leo and started smacking lips." Vi questioned.

"Whatever the case may be, you two shouldn't intrude on their personal relationship unless admitted," Vayne called from her book and black coffee. "I don't think you'd appreciate their gossiping of your endeavors if the situation was reversed."

Caitlyn was the only one to realize the fault, having blushed deeply and hummed about the place trade. "I-I guess that's true." she returned.

"Nah, I wouldn't mind people talking about it," Vi answered confidently. "They can guess all they want, but they won't know what I do to cupcake at night unless they saw it, and I ain't no exhibitionist."

Vayne looked up to the smirking pinkette with an amused grin. "You could have fooled me last summer when we were at that pool party." she retorted. Vi and Caitlyn's eyes shot open fast as they looked to the Night Hunter in shock, Caitlyn turning red as a tomato and Vi's cheeks becoming rosy quickly. She quickly recovered her shock, looking away from the markswoman who chuckled lowly at the shamed expressions they held for a moment.

"I-I have no idea w-what you're talking about..." Vi lied. Vayne's smile stretched wider as she lowered her book and leaned forward.

"Really? Cause if I remember correctly, the special number was...fourteen?" she teased. Vi coughed loudly as she felt infinitely more uncomfortable in her seat. Caitlyn buried her face into her hands to hide her shame.

"You said no one could hear me back there…!" Caitlyn whispered loudly. Vayne chuckled at the reactions from the two.

"Trust me, you were more than safe. The only reason why I discovered you two was because that spot was near the rocks where I could get the most shade. That and I can hear heavy breathing pretty clear when I expect to be hearing rushing water and people screaming in laughter." she added. The two let out a sigh of relief, their faces returning to a milder color of red in knowing they weren't the highlight of the party.

"Please don't scare me like that, Shauna. It's bad enough with her being so..." Caitlyn pleaded.

"Good?" Vi added with a teasing smile.

"Active." Vayne corrected.

"Thank you. Yes." Caitlyn confirmed. Vi leaned back in her chair.

"I like it when you call me sweet momma..." she hummed in a sing-song tone quietly enough for just Caitlyn to hear. Vayne picked up on the words, however, and chose to ignore her desire to laugh at the reaction from the fellow markswoman. "Also, if you know the 'special number' you must have been there for a bit of time. Do I detect a little bit of adventurous in our monster hunter?"

"Wouldn't that be fun for you. However, I have a different palette than you would assume," Vayne returned, raising her book back to her vision.

"Oh? And what would that be?" Caitlyn asked.

"Wouldn't you two like to know?" Vayne concluded.

"You're no fun...Speaking of which, I have been seeing a few reports from you against summoners recently. Two, in particular, were pretty intense." Caitlyn asked. "Care to explain those?"

Vayne's playful attitude vanished, a sigh escaping her lips as she took another sip of her coffee. "Which ones?"

"There was one with a Piltover summoner and another with a Noxian summoner. Both, if I am correct, were in your matches with competing carries. I think the Noxian had Draven and the other was with Sarah,"

"Then let me clear the air. The Noxian summoner was heavily unsportsmanlike having gloated and taunted both my team and his own throughout the match. I could even see Draven a little annoyed that his spotlight was being captured by someone else," Vayne began. "I didn't want to hear his gloating, and neither did my summoner. So after we defeated them and made the Executioner call him to shame, I put in a report of him and found that his close friend happened to be trading victories with him to further their climb through the divisions."

"Win-trading? I thought the open skirmishes were designed to prevent known summoners from doing that," Vi asked.

"They are, but the higher up the ladder the more likely summoners see each other together or against. It just so happened they modified the summoning runes to put them against each other consistently." Vayne continued. "Finding this out, my report went from unsportsmanlike to outright tampering and cheating. The Noxian summoner, can't remember his name, was immediately suspended indefinitely and was even called out by Swain himself."

"Daaaaaaamn...That must have been funny." Vi stated. "And what about that Piltie? Let me know if there is a cheater there, and I'll put my glove so far up their ass, they will be eating hextech charges for breakfast."

"Then I suggest you get another pair, because this one was worse than the Noxian," Vayne explained. "You remember that game, Caitlyn, where I told you the Ezreal kept running into me to die?"

"Yes?" Caitlyn replied.

"That was the fifteenth game the summoner did that, and the fourth time with Ezreal. Evidently, he paid off some of the marksman champions to willingly throw themselves into losses so that he and his current lover could climb as well."

"All that for what? Sex and ranking?" Vi asked.

"Quite. I only found out about it by realizing my mid lane Nami couldn't fight scuttle crab without dying."

"That's...actually pathetic." Caitlyn mused, cocking a brow in reaction.

"What was pathetic was his attempt to woo her back after she dumped him for getting found out. That was the one time I actually enjoyed seeing someone like him on their knees. Even brought a laugh to my lips."

"You reported him too?" Vi asked. "Wish you told me before you did. I hate finding scumbags like that with our faction on their names. Makes us look like shit."

"You weren't there, but Kayle was," Vayne added. Caitlyn and Vi widened their eyes. "And she was quick to handle the situation."

"Well...shit. Now I just feel bad for thinking of hurting him. Kayle does it worse." Vi sat back.

"At least he has been dealt with. One less of the rabble amongst the good will keep the tree from spoiling completely." Caitlyn finished. "Although, I will be finding more information about that one, since his affiliation is within my jurisdiction, and I am not fond of prostitution and fraud."

"Do what you want, Sheriff. I have already done my part. I only hold contempt that those two were high tier summoners, one in Diamond and another in Masters. However, I have done my part-"

"Good afternoon, Sheriff Caitlyn and Deputy Vi. You're both looking exceptional as usual" a male called, his tone smooth like silk. Caitlyn and Vi turned to the source, their scowls etching their features strongly as a familiar Demacian face approached their table within the corner of the cafeteria. His short golden hair and baby blue irises locking onto them in a manner similar to a nobleman to a worker.

"Summoner Armstrong," The Sheriff tilted her hat and hummed, while Vi casually saluted him with two fingers. Their experience with his personality that of numerous catcalls and a few times where he attempted more physical admiration. Caitlyn shooed him away. Vi nearly threw him away.

William didn't care for their impassive greetings, as his focus was more to the marksman calmly sipping her coffee on the opposite end of the table and locked into her book. He brushed his blond hair back slightly before moving to Vayne's side, taking the seat beside her and clearing his throat. "If it isn't the Night Goddess incarnate herself. I must get you some better glasses, you must have not seen me walk up, Shauna."

Vayne made no reply, merely turning the page. William hummed. "I must inquire, Shauna. Have you finally come to understand how beneficial my proposition for our relationship would be to you? Our families could easily triple our wealth should you agree."

Still, Vayne made no contact with the male, her attention never turning from her book and coffee. William scoffed, realizing that the marksman would continue her behavior of ignoring him unless he addressed how she chose to be addressed. Vi and Caitlyn watched on in both amusement and curiosity at how the night hunter so easily disregarded the pressing Demacian nobility. "Must you act so distasteful? I am trying to have a conversation with you," William spoke up, annoyance in his tone. Still, Vayne made no regard to him. He sighed in irritation. "...Vayne."

Finally, Vayne hummed in response. "Armstrong," she replied, still looking to her book instead of him. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"I wish to have an answer to my proposition," he ordered.

"It is the same as it was, and as it will be. I am uninterested in lining your pockets and catering your desires," she answered simply. The male huffed.

"You of all people can see the things the Armstrongs of Demacia are capable of, and we merely request the House of Vayne to establish an heir to properly level our voice in the king's court. Not to mention our face amidst the summoners and champions will hold supreme to all." William retorted. Caitlyn and Vi looked to each other briefly, realizing that he didn't deny the words of the marksman. "And I can confirm we will have nothing but the best for your care."

"My care is to rid this world of the darkness and the things lurking within seeking to destroy it. Your care is merely a dollhouse where I play dress up for your fantasy." Vayne shot back, now glaring at the Demacian summoner. "So as I said before, I will say again and again in the future, no."

William brushed his gold locks back, exhaling smoothly as he sat down beside the Night Hunter and moved her coffee away. Vayne's brow furrowed that her drink was moved. "Come now, Shauna. You should know that those...monstrosities...are better handled by professional men with the most advanced equipment. Our engagement would put the blades and rifles of Armstrong's highest quality with the fabled anti-magic runes and scribes of the House of Vayne."

"And put me under the thumb of some man-child with too much of daddy's money." Vayne shot back. Vi didn't hold her crack of laughter. William felt his anger pang.

"Is that any way to speak to the man that will be your future husband?" he spoke, his tone darker as if to threaten her.

"At this moment, you're not much in terms of a man, but more of a spoiled child crying to mommy about not getting candy," Vayne shot back, a smirk stretching on her face in a victory of her insult. "And mommy doesn't care for you right now, so please leave and play with your other toys."

Caitlyn made an amused and sassy hum, while Vi exclaimed with her mouth open. William growled, his patience finally closing to the Night Hunter's open rejection and berates to him. "Such insolence! Was this care you speak of any use when your parents were being slaughtered? Had your mother taken to my father's proposal, she would be alive. Instead, she took that street rat, Samuel, in the offer and spawned you."

Now it was Vayne's turn to grow angry, her parent's murder always being a dangerous conversation with her. Vi and Caitlyn looked to each other in caution, before picking up their respective drinks and sliding back from their chairs in anticipation of what was going to happen. "Speak of my families deaths again, and you will see what my 'care' can do, Armstrong," she warned.

"I wonder, Shauna. If you wise up and accept my offer, will your skill as a hunter match your attitude alone? Or perhaps your family held some secrets about how 'adventurous' madam Vayne was-"

"Say another word." Vayne spat, nearly ripping her shades off her face and glaring bloody murder into the male's eyes. William's eyes gleaned from the threatening stare from her. "Say anything else of my mother or father and you will meet this table and floor with a bloody nose."

There was a brief pause, more of William analyzing the threat than of anyone awaiting his motion. "...Must you resort to such violence? I am merely sharing a genuine conversation on perspectives, Shauna." he reasoned. He raised his hand up to her and placed it tenderly to her shoulder. "What say you and I exchange proper terms over some coffee at another-"

William's words shut quick as he watched the line of his sight quickly turn upside down. He hadn't noticed his body move backward until a stinging pain erupted from his nostril from the impact of Vayne's fist. In speeds faster than he could react, he felt his head slam into the metal table top before the surface flipped over on him, meeting him as he was dropped to the floor. The thrumming pain didn't strike his head until his mind caught up to the reality, his eyes opening to see the floor and his ears filling with mocking laughter of the numerous souls around him.

Vi was probably the loudest in terms of laughter, holding her energy drink she quickly grabbed from the table before Vayne put the summoner through it while pointing down at the Demacian. Caitlyn, who likewise grabbed her coffee before the table was upturned, stifled her own giggle of amusement. William sat up from his spot, his head dazed from the impact, before getting to his knees.

"H-HOW DARE YOU?! YOU ST-STRUCK A SUMMONER! A NOBLE FAMILY MEMBER OF DEMACIA!" William roared, covering his bleeding nose with one hand while pointing at the still seething marksman standing above him. "I WILL HAVE JARVAN EXPELL YOU FROM NOBILITY! YOU WILL BE REMOVED-"

Once again his words were shut, another strong fist crashed into his head. He snapped to the side and groaned, now covering his nose and eye from the pain of being punched. Vayne gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him up to meet her eyes.

"Do it. Run and tell of how I rewarded your shaming of my family with a fist to your nose and eye. Tell of how I shut your attitude up and made you look like a fool in front of dozens. But make sure you get it right. When I say shut up, shut up. When I say leave, run away from me. When I tell you to leave me alone, forget my existence. And when I say no more than once, expect another no from the end of my crossbow." she hissed, tossing the male away from her face and back to the floor. "Now get out of my sight before I stop feeling generous."

William clenched his teeth and glared on at the marksman, crawling to his feet with his left hand on his head and his right clenched hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He looked around to find numerous amused eyes and snickers directed at him, his anger boiling over with how his predicament was. "I hope you're satisfied with your little outburst, Shauna Vayne. It will reward you in kind soon enough..." he spat, moving away from the table and past the many gazes. As the male stormed from the cafeteria, Caitlyn and Vi stood from their seats, the Enforcer finishing her drink while the Sheriff sat her cup down on an alternate table.

"Well...I can say as a police officer that your actions were warranted from provocation," Caitlyn spoke, more pleased with seeing someone shut the pompous male up than anything else. "While I'd have to hold you accountable for assaulting him, this isn't my jurisdiction."

"Also that was badass," Vi added.

"At least you two got to save your beverages," Vayne returned, looking down to her spilled coffee and sighing.

"He did seem awfully interested in your cooperation to his 'offer'" Caitlyn contemplated. "Has this been continuous?"

Vayne sighed, knowing that explaining it simply would only make them agree to the male instead of her. It wouldn't be the first time. "In Demacia, noble houses are settled in birthright and war skill, and houses can mingle and expand up the ladder through negotiation, partnership, and marriage," she explained. "The House of Armstrong is a blacksmithing and armory prestige, while the House of Vayne was anti-magecraft. My father was heavily skilled, working under the stonesmith Durand."

"The guy who made Galio?" Vi asked. The two saw Vayne take a seat at the adjacent table, and joined her across the surface.

"Correct. It was that apprenticeship that my father erected discovery of silver bolt capabilities and that apprenticeship that put us above the Armstrongs. Needless to say, legacy between our families have been shaky, some cases being their attempts to overplay our trade, others being mergers. Ultimately, it's been an ongoing deal to join the two or eliminate one. At least to them."

"And what is your position?" Caitlyn asked.

"As the heir and sole member of the Vayne bloodline, I have complete say in what our trade participates in. And I will tell you now, I have no interest in the state of affairs with other houses," she answered. "William, on the other hand, is adamant to convincing me otherwise. I cannot tell you how many gifts he has sent me to woo my interests."

"Dunno sounds like a sweet deal. Double the cash, better equipment, and not to care about fighting and living each night from hunting." Vi offered.

"Not worth selling my body and dignity to his whims," Vayne retorted.

"Sounds fair. Hey, what is the plan for the Lunar Festival this year? I heard you and the Winter's Claw leader were the highlights this year." Caitlyn asked. Vayne sighed, having wanted no part in the event but being randomly selected for it. While she couldn't complain the outfit was decent, she'd rather be enjoying the evenings with her books and some tea. Hells, maybe fancy someone to join her for once or even partake of someone else's hospitality.

"Oh yeah! I remember the last time I was part of it they gave me some sick gauntlets! And that outfit was cool too. Little tight on the legs, but cool." Vi commented. Vayne pulled out a handkerchief and took off her shades, noticing some spots of liquid on it.

"From what I have been told, the festivities are split between us two. Sejuani will be the more emphasized one, while I provide the balance of dance. After the main hours of us performing, she is going to have her overgrown pig give rides for children while adults practice ceremonial music instruments," Vayne explained, wiping some of the coffee that collected on her shades from dropping William. "I will be leading the dancers of the parade, while afterward giving lessons to people on the performance and on skills as a marksman."

"Sounds like fun. I hope you enjoy yourself, love." Caitlyn returned, standing from her seat. "Well, I must be off. This one here loves to find a certain sibling of hers for an excuse to leave paperwork to me, so I have to finish before the end of the night."

Vi turned to Caitlyn with a faux appalled expression. "I do not! I need to keep an eye on her!, just like you told me to!"

"If keeping an eye on her means you and she play videogames day in and day out, then I suppose you are doing that job correctly," Caitlyn returned as she left the table. "But I hope you realize this negates your permission for Friday night drinking." Vi jumped from her seat to follow the sheriff, spouting excuses behind her while Vayne merely watched from her spot. She could only smirk as she knew their friendship was something akin to sisterhood. Quite frankly, she wasn't surprised that one outing for the league's females in which she caught them making out. She's kept silent, but it wasn't hard for others to put two and two together.

Vayne checked her watch and saw the clock closing in on four in the afternoon. She sighed as she closed her book and stood from her seat, recalling her final match of the evening scheduled to start soon. Slipping her read into her pouch at her waist, she strolled casually through the cafeteria and in the halls until she came to the designated chambers of her final match. She scowled lightly as she saw the listing of champions inside, her least favorite assassin happening to be against her.

How lovely. I have to evade the Master of Shadows continuously again. She internally groaned. She at least felt a minute level of relief seeing her support would be the Star Child, no doubt one of the few people capable of saving her from constant death. Approaching the doors, she could hear the increasing volume of a male within, his words muffled through the entry and the walls, but nonetheless audible to her. Opening the double doors, she came full blast with ear-splitting screaming, wincing as she approached the small crowd of people apparently arguing.

"Swear to gods, give me mid or I will run it down your lane and feed Vayne!" the male argued, jabbing his finger into another male's chest.

"Dude, chill! I got the role, that's how we're placed. You can leave if you want, I'll just find a new match-"

"Fuck you asshole! This is my promotionals and I'm not going to let some limp dick shithead take my role to carry. Give me mid, or leave. I don't care which!" he continued, cutting off the argument from the other summoner. As Vayne approached the champions watching with irritation and pity, she stood beside the Star Child who was to be in her lane and crossed her arms.

"I don't even need to ask besides why." She stated simply, alerting the support of her presence.

"Good afternoon, Vayne. As you can see, we're unable, to begin the match with the summoner's insistent ranting about role acquirement." Soraka explained. "And just as I was getting out a much more peaceful match with a nicer summoner, as well..."

"I heard that goat girl! Don't think I won't put you through the wringer in this game! Promise you're being bent over with a gaping asshole when I'm-"

"What is your name, summoner?" Vayne interrupted, stepping forward to address him. The male had white capped hair with a streak of black on his bang. Vayne could easily distinguish his origins of Ionian, from his more eastern features and accent. Justifying his embroidered sash of chromatics and amber, she knew he was at least Master tier. Not as bad as those in platinum, but still as irritating...

"Name's Takuya, but it doesn't matter. You'll die too many times to remember it anyway." he retorted. Vayne hummed.

"Is that a challenge?" she returned.

"Bitch, that's a promise. Been shredding ADC's like you since season four. Forgot my body count with you specifically, but a few more wouldn't change the facts." he pressed. The Night Hunter merely spun on her heel and looked to the Star Child, her summoner and Vayne's beside each other as well as the mid lane summoner and the Blade Dancer.

"Let me go against him. You swap with my lane." she offered. The collective looked to each other in shock and surprise before murmuring and hums of an agreement. She turned to the enemy mid lane summoner and nodded, to which he looked to his shouting teammate and shrugged.

"I guess anything to shut this guy up is cool. Guess I'll support this time." he mused, switching his intended summon from Leblanc to Leona. Takuya laughed triumphantly.

"You're gonna go mid against me? Against a Master Zed main? Champs are getting more braindead than shitty teammates these days," he taunted. Vayne merely ignored him and moved to the platform, soon followed by her summoner and the numerous other champions and summoners. The Master of Shadows himself made no notion of agreement to his summoner, just following suit up the platform across from the Night Hunter. The summoner went to his respective place and raised his orb, linking as everyone else did to the platform and preparing for the match.

"Easiest promotion of my life." he shot with a wide grin.

Fifteen minutes later…

The Champion's teleported back to the chambers, half of which showing utter anger and the other half a mixture of pity and triumph. Vayne sighed as she stepped from the platform and looked over to the summoner, seeing his livid expression. Needless to say, her team came victorious with her leading in kills against Zed, having outperformed him repeatedly.

"GODS DAMMIT WHY DO I GET THE FUCKING POTATOES AS TEAMMATES?! WIN WAS FUCKING FREE IF YOU FUCKING GANKED OR DROPPED A WARD IN MY LANE! USELESS AS-"

"I would like to apologize to both teams for wasting your time and patience in dealing with the summoner's attitude problem," a voice boomed, cutting the male off entirely. Everyone turned to the source at the base of the platform to see the Judicator hovering with her arms crossed, along with two other individuals in a light blue and white attire.

"Kayle? What are you doing here?" Soraka asked.

"I was given word by the Night Hunter to closely observe this match for the behavior faults of the summoners and champions. Not even five minutes of observation was needed to make my decision," she announced.

"GOOD! FUCKING BAN THESE USELESS SHIT STAINS. WASTE OF MY FUCKING TIME." Takuya called, earning more and more glares from the others.

"On the contrary, summoner. I am suspending you from league activities and demoting your rank a division due to the magnitude and collective accounts of poor sportsmanlike conduct and intentionally damaging performances." The summoner's eyes ripped open as he recounted the words in his head for a second.

"Kayle," Vayne called, alerting her to the oncoming storm of words no one within the room wanted to be subjected to. The Judicator nodded once before casting a spell in a similar fashion to her ultimate over him. Just as she did, the room could visibly see the unleashing of vocal hell that was in his voice box. They were fortunately saved from the volume, as it rendered him completely mute.

A chorus of thanks and sighs of relief went to the angel, to which she nodded once in response. "I am merely instilling my purpose. Thanks are more adequate to the Night Hunter for addressing this issue to me herself during your match. You may all proceed with your business while I take this summoner to the Tribunal for official sentencing." she concluded, using her hand to guide the orb holding the still shouting summoner towards the doors. Just as it left, Vayne could see the seething fury of Takuya's words and gaze directed at her, a mere smile of triumph ghosting her expression.

"It is rare for me to show gratitude to anyone, Night Hunter," Zed called, stepping forward to Vayne and garnering her attention. "However his personality was beginning to grate my patience. I only staved killing him since he was adequate with my skills to award victories."

"Keep your gratitude, Master of Shadows," Vayne returned, stepping down the stairs of the platform towards the exit. "I simply wanted to shut him up, both in a match and in reality. 'Til next match, ninja."

Zed nodded, before his body was cloaked in darkness and whisked into nothing. Vayne exited the chambers with a sigh, satisfied her last match of the day could end early so she could get back and rest before the night time.

Takuya exited the tribunal chambers grumbling darkly, his fists clenched and his rage evident in his storming. It was already horrible that his promotionals back to Master tier was thwarted by the Night Hunter

"Three fucking weeks suspension and one hundred games comm restriction...because I told the fucking truth! My teams were shit, and they needed me to carry! All I ever do is carry! Why would anyone be upset at free fucking wins?!" he hissed. Turning the corner, he ignored the looks of the people he passed, before his anger caused him to punch the closest wall.

"And then I was humiliated by a fucking marksman. The same one who I've shat on countless times before. Fucking three and twelve because my team did nothing and she got free fucking ganks. AND THEY DON'T GET THE BAN." he spat. "Swear to gods I will find the people who reported me and stomp on their children. But before that, I have a Night Bitch to fix."

"Then we have something in common," a pompous voice called from the corner of the hall. Takuya spun to glare at the source, only to meet blue irises and a devilish smile filled with sinister intent.

"Who the hells are you?" Takuya shot, having sensed the level of malice radiating from the male.

"The 'mechanic' you need, so to speak, to fix a Night Bitch~" he said sinisterly, brushing the blonde bangs of his hair down to restore the cover of his blackened eye. "IF you're willing to indulge me."

Days later...

Vayne leaned her back against the wall of the private changing room, her exhaustion from continuous dances and rhythmic motions proved to be just short of physically draining as her nightly hunts. Three days down, two to go. Then I don't need to keep teaching people how to dance, or incompetent summoners how to properly use flash...she inwardly mused. The last few hours of the day consisted of her teaching between crowds how to perform the Lunar Festivals dance and how to properly summon and utilize a marksman on the Fields of Justice. The former was significantly simpler, with her more or less just adjusting someone's leg placement or repeating the simpler motions of her rehearsed performance, while the latter left her with a headache and an intense desire for a strong drink. The only things she could find solace in after the day's events was her currently attired appearance, a much more pristine and elegant gold and white design to the red dress they gave her at the start and the paid housing near the festival grounds in a private suite. While she had to dye her hair platinum white, she was more than willing to fill the criteria behind it for the commodities. Now that the third day's events were quieting down, the Night Hunter finally found a moment to relax her muscles before she retired for the evening. It was rare, considering her occupation outside the rift, but she hadn't received any word of targets, and thus was left to herself.

The Night Hunter pushed herself off the wall of her changing room and moved to her closet, preparing to change to some more casual attire and replace her weapons with something more practical, when she heard the light knocks at her door. She sighed and turned to the frame.

"Ms. Vayne! I am here to alert you of one last session with summoners for the evening!" a female voice called.

Gods dammit..."Let them know that teachings for the Rift are closed for the evening." Vayne returned.

"These summoners paid triple of our regular fees for a private lesson! And they were insistent that you save your last teaching for them!" she returned. Vayne furrowed her brow, news of the exorbitant payment for a simple lesson from summoners stunning even her.

Why would anyone pay triple for lessons on last hitting minions and positioning in team fights? She pondered. "Fine. Inform them that I am on my way." Vayne returned.

"Yes, Ms. Vayne! I have the room number here." the woman outside replied. The Night Hunter groaned, her weariness from the day resting mildly on her body. The only solace she could take was that her summoner lessons were more lectures and pointing instead of physical activity. She could simply guide them to action while watching and finish the evening with ease.

Still...paying triple? They must be either some rich and fresh summoner who saw the higher ranks summon or some Platinum or Diamond rank looking to expand roles. She mused. Grabbing her crossbow from the wall and latching it to her back, the markswoman left her private room and met the woman outside her door. She was definitely young, her sky blue irises and wide smile both welcoming and uncomfortable. Justifying her facial features and dark brown hair, she could tell it was a Demacian, possibly volunteering for the events. Taking the slip outstretched to her, Vayne nodded in gratitude before checking the number and the direction, knowing her way to the customer's lesson room. She walked down the hall and took the elevator to the first floor, immediately greeted with a handful of greetings from participants, citizens, and summoners, as well as seeing Sejuani and her massive pig playing music jovially for a group of children with some piglets dancing around them. She waved and greeted the few who addressed her, having more interest in finishing her evening's tasks and finding herself either a drink or a bed than indulging another person's compliments of her performance.

Or keeping Jinx from stealing my fireworks...again. She groaned to herself, having spent the first day after her dance routine chasing the Loose Cannon and recovering her equipment. Vayne quickly made her way to the hallway where the lessons were held, finding a few separate and private rooms vacated save one further down. The markswoman simply made her way to the door, grabbing the double doorknobs before pausing. She felt a wave hit her, a subtle rush that caught her off for a moment before everything calmed.

Vayne furrowed her brow. What...was that? She shook her head after a second of thought, assuming the sudden feeling was just her body begging her to relax and retire. She opened the doors simultaneously, stepping into the widely spaced open room and finding it mostly dimmed. She remembered that the rooms for training or practice were naturally spacious, the hardwood flooring stretching several feet to a wall of mirrors.

It's dark in here. I don't like where this is going...she contemplated, preparing her armbow with a bolt in case it turned into some trap. By whom, she didn't know, but with these things, she never asked questions until she was safe from harm and the enemy was lifeless. "Excuse me? I was requested for a lesson for a few summoners?" Vayne called, scanning the darkened room and seeing a figure near the opposite wall seated on the wide sofa.

"Indeed, Shauna." an all too familiar, all-too irritating voice called, alerting the marksman. "However, I believe the lesson this time will be from us to you."

At that moment, the lights of the room flicked on, showing the Demacian noble William seated in the center of the sofa with a glass filled with amber liquid in his hand. He was wearing a light blue suit with the white and gold trimmed undershirt. His hair was still down and covering what she'd assume was the black eye she gave him. On his left was another male leaning against the left side with a dark glare affixed to her. He was fairly muscular with a black tank top and jeans. The bare skin of his left arm was covered from shoulder to wrist in aged tattoos, the bicep with the insignia for Noxus.

Vayne heard the double doors behind her suddenly close, and turning to them she saw two additional faces she vaguely remembered at the doors, their expressions equally malicious. The male on the left wearing a button down black polo shirt and white jeans, while the other was attired in a simple black v-neck and denim shorts. Vayne held a deep scowl as she spun back to the expressions and eyes of the two summoners on the sueded sofa. William's mocking expression the main one tempting her to expend some ammunition.

"Armstrong. How's the right eye doing? That was a mean tumble you took into my fist," Vayne shot. William chuckled lowly, swirling the drink in his hand.

"Good to see you too, Shauna. I trust the evening has been well for you with the festival?" William spoke, raising his glass to his lips before taking a leisure sip.

"What is this about, William? Looking for another bloody nose and black eye? These your bodyguards to threaten me?" Vayne replied, crossing her arms under her breasts.

"Bodyguards? Oh, no no no. These gentlemen are all familiar members of the Institute who share a common interest. I am sure you recognize them?" he replied.

"Damn sure remember you, bitch." the male with the polo shirt spat.

"I don't keep track of every face I meet, but it looks like I have a fan club of boy scouts. I don't do autographs though, so I'll just leave you now." Vayne concluded, turning on her heel back to the door and seeing both men cutting her exit off with their bodies. Vayne raised a brow at their blockade, earning blood boiled gazes from them in return.

"Oh yes. Quite the fan club you have, Shauna. I, myself, cannot fathom the level of adoration I have for you. Quite literally bristling with excitement to your presence really," William called, taking another sip. "I can finally convince you to accept my proposal."

Vayne let out a chuckle. "You really don't give up, do you? I suppose that is the most attractive quality you have." she returned.

"I am not worthy of your flattery, my dear. But enough about our future engagement. You still have to apologize for humiliating me in that cafeteria a few afternoons ago. Just as you have to apologize to Devan there for ruining his win streak and reporting him for wintrading. Or Takuya for insulting his capabilities on the rift. I know for a fact my associate Alexander here has been aching to make amends for dashing his team with the Glorious Executioner." William explained, placing the glass to the table before him.

"Apologize? I don't apologize for keeping summoners in check of their behavior and credibility, and I remember teaching you the outcome of pressing my nerves. Perhaps your boy band would like a free lesson, and you, a refresher?" Vayne threatened, loading a bolt into her armbow. "This time, I won't hold at just a bloody nose."

"Charming, but don't you think your warning is empty? You did enter a room with four high tier summoners," William retorted, now leaning forward and expanding his summoner orb seated on the table.

"I'm more than willing to leave with four body bags should you continue,"

"Fiesty. But you didn't catch what I said," William finished, placing some mana into his orb. In an instant, Vayne felt her body seize up, her eyes going wide as her legs and arms refused to obey her brain. "Four summoners with a champion in a single room. Sounds to me like a summoning for the fields, doesn't it?"

The revelation hit hard, her mind recounting the sudden wave that struck her as she opened the door. She should have recognized that minuscule moment and threw red flags left and right. Now she is stuck in the penalty box without a way out.

"Y-you used...nnngh...the f-frame of the d-door...to l-link a s-summon…?!" she grit as she continued her attempt to break the hold.

"The Night Hunter's perceptiveness is truly astonishing, isn't it gentlemen? Deducing why I have her body controlled just from a moment of thought and a hint." William said triumphantly.

"Too bad perceptiveness isn't going to protect her body from the pain," Alexander concluded, standing from the couch and pacing forward to land the first hit, his eyes set to her stomach for a gut strike.

"Bout to show you what a real headache feels like," Devan growled, moving with Takuya around the incapacitated marksman.

"Whoa, whoa! Hold on now, my friends. Before you damage MY GOODS, I have a proposition for all of us to enjoy," William offered. Vayne didn't like the tone he made. "What we have here is a champion locked into a bind with my summoning orb. We could wail away at her body like savages in a bloody court, or...we could have a little fun."

Vayne definitely didn't like where this was going.

"What are you on about?" Takuya spoke.

"It's a festival! let's have a good time with the highlight of the event! It is the year of the boar, after all," William answered, before grabbing his glass once more and downing the remainder of the amber substance, letting a satisfied and rejuvenated sigh escape his lips. Slamming the glass down, he grabbed his orb and drain some more mana to it, looking at the marksman with a glint of malice in his eye. "Let's let the piggy here play~"

Vayne felt her arms move on their own, her left unlatching the binds to her armbow and removing it. She groaned and grunted to keep her body from reacting, but couldn't hold against the force of the orb's influence. She tossed away the armbow before reaching behind her and throwing her larger crossbow away as well.

"No need for those. And it'd be rude to just move her body, however. Let have the Night Hunter perform, shall we?" William offered. He moved his hand from the orb, immediately releasing the lock Vayne was in physically. The sudden freedom of her limbs made her weak to stand for the second, dropping down to her hands and knees panting lightly.

"Okay, piggy. How about we get some happy oinks from you?" William ordered. Devan, Takuya, and Alexander smirked, backing away from the downed marksman and awaiting her action.

"It's gonna be hard telling the difference for you all when I slaughter you like pigs!" Vayne growled, moving to stand and grab her bows once more. She was once again caught in a seized hold by the Demacian,William shaking his head in disappointment while his hand continually fed mana into the sphere.

"Shame, Shauna. One would think of all the perceptiveness you have, you would know how to play a simple pig," he called. "Going to make this simple. Oink like a little piggy."

"Yeah, piggy. Oink," Alexander added, crossing his arms over his chest. Vayne glared bloody murder at the Demacian and Noxian men, looking behind her to see amused and expectant gazes from the summoners behind her. She was trapped, without her weapons for aid and locked into the hold of the summoning magic.

"We don't have all night, or would you prefer to be squealing like a pig?" Devan offered. Takuya knelt down to her level, opening his palm and presenting an enflamed grip near her.

"Or maybe branded like swine?" he added darkly.

"F-fine…! I'll...I'll do what you want." she conceded, not wanting to be singed from the spell coating Takuya's hands.

"Well? we're waiting." William finished, filling his glass with more whiskey. Vayne continued to glare hot hell at the four circling her, the many horrible ways she could end their lives a mere imagination while knelt down to their whim. She grit her teeth, her anger at the humiliation boiling strongly in her, but subsiding quickly as she finally glared at William and did what she would never do in any instance willingly.

Shauna Vayne oinked.

It was loud enough for the three to hear, and was met immediately with blaring laughter. Even while the three standing near her laughed, she continued to glare at William. "C'mon! let's get another good one out of you!" Devan called. "It'll make it worth after you fucked me over when you squealed out about my boosting, fucking pig."

"I have a better idea. Why not celebrate all of the years she has missed?" Takuya offered. "I'd like to hear some clucking from the chick who cost me my promotion to Masters, before she reported me for toxicity and had me suspended for two weeks to get degraded."

"Or, hear me out now. Counter offer:" Alexander mused, cupping the marksman's head in his hand. "We take both your options and fuck this pig as she fucked us over. Have her squealing like a true bitch in heat."