Sivir leaned against the sweating walls, the air was musky, thick and hot. She licked her lips in anticipation. Her hand caressed the woman's face. Sivir was imposing, her black long hair falling behind her muscular shoulders was just a sight to take in. The woman breathed in deeper. Her eyes turned a darker shade of brown, from chestnut to oak, from girl to woman. Sivir was attentive to all those changes. She was a warrior, small details could turn the tide in combat. They could in love, too. Her fingers trailed along the woman's jawline. Her skin was soft, young and pearly white. A masquerade of innocence. Sivir smirked at her her own thoughts.
The woman could see Sivir was unlike any customer, she needed something more than the ususal physical pleasing. Sivir was a foggy cloud, filled with a darkness you could easily lose yourself into. The woman saw the dangerous smirk, the way her pointy white canines were gleaming with desire. The way she snarled when she started to undo her belt in the hallway. The woman saw the animal within Sivir that had been caged for too long. She knew the moment she had set eyes on her that she'd set her free, no matter what. She felt it, or rather, she knew what Sivir wanted. It was a dark bubbling emotion, like hot tar that coated her insides. Heavy, persistent. Now the time was for brutal honesty, for painful loving and hurtful kisses. The kind of night that leaves you so exhausted you can reinvent yourself the next day.
The woman had already started to undo Sivir's belt when she snarled and pushed her strongly against the wall. She caught herself just in time to soften the woman's crash. It might have been the sad smile when she closed her eyes, or the way she moved her head forward to protect it that gave away the fact this was not the first time she had been pushed vigorously against a wall. Sivir didn't want to be another bad memory. She was already Miss Fortune's. The woman let Sivir's hand press firmly against her bosom. Sivir was looking hungrily at the woman's plump red lips, and moved slowly closer, until she was barely inches apart from her mouth. She licked her lips, looked at the woman and saw that her pupils were wide open with black desire, glazed with lust. She started grazing her teeth against that seemingly innocent skin, while her right hand cupped the perfectly round breast. Her thumb circled the small lump that had appeared from under the thin fabric. The woman let out a surprised but satisfied gasp and moaned when Sivir continued her lone dance. Sivir started planting lustful kisses on her neck. The woman lifted her hands up to Sivir's face, looked at her intently and licked her lips. She was breathing heavily and her body was ardent for Sivir, burning for this newcomer that was already making her head spin.
Sivir wasn't really thinking straight, and would probably have taken her right there had it not been for sweaty pat on her shoulder. It seemed so out of place that Sivir took a few seconds to react. She turned around when she saw the annoyed look on the woman's face. There was the man that had wanted to buy her services earlier on. Sivir smirked, contempt oozing from her pores. The man did not ignore that look and clenched his fists. "She's mine for the night." He barked at the woman, as if this would confirm his hypothesis, and took a step forward to grab the woman's arm. Before he could even realise it, Sivir had twisted his arm and he was facing the floor, a stinging burn in his triceps. She crouched closer to menacingly warn him, but was caught off guard by the tattoo she saw on the base of his neck. The man took this as a cue to escape, feeling the grip on him loosen. Glancing a few times between the woman and Sivir he left, a promise of revenge scarred on his face.
Sivir felt she had overexposed herself to the tramp. She was a warrior after all, but she didn't want to be remembered as a violent customer. She slightly jumped when the woman soothingly caressed her cheek. Sivir turned around to look at her, and any embarrassment that might have made its way to Sivir's cheeks quickly evaporated when the woman kissed her fully on the lips. Kiss after kiss she seemed to promise the world, if only the warrior would relax a little. Sivir was astounded. Any brutal desire that had brewed from their initial encounter was being transformed into a purer form of want. A desire to look into the woman's eyes as her breath would be cut short by said warrior's loving. Sivir stopped the kiss that would certainly lead them to one of the upper rooms. She looked at the floor and sighed heavily. It had been quite a long time since Miss Fortune.
"Hey." The woman said in a very soft voice as she cupped Sivir's face in her hands. Sivir looked up at her burning crimson lips, at her long eyelashes and the way her hair fell onto her shoulders like the soft whistling of the wind. The woman smiled playfully. She knew exactly what was going on inside the warrior's head. Sivir couldn't think anymore, all she wanted was lose herself with this lost nymph, spend the night together and intertwine their souls for a moonlight. The woman gently kissed Sivir's cheek and trailed down to her neck, each time more meaningfully than the last. "Come with me." She murmured, desire tainting her voice.