Ahri sits alone, at the base of an oak tree, her tails inactive and her head within her arms. Ahri never noticed what her partners would say as she wouldn't care.
"I… I'm not a slut" Ahri says to herself quietly "I do it to take essence."
Ahri looks up slightly, summoners walk past, their chatter and smiles slowly begin the die down as they leave her behind. A small amount of jealousy spikes within Ahri, she pulls her knees closer to herself and curls in her snow white tails.
"Having a friend must be nice." Ahri whispers.
Ahri ponders back through her life in the league, she had never befriended any of the other champions in the institute nor has she even bothered to talk to any summoner without sleeping with them the night after.
The last time she had taken essence from a male was before she joined the institute, yet she still sleeps with all these men.
Her eyes begin to water, as she looks back at her actions, her confidence melting away.
As she sits there, droplets of rain begin to fall, some falling onto Ahri's fox ears. Ahri sighs and lifts herself up. Ahri walks along the outside of the institute, avoiding the downpour. Once she reaches the giant marble stairs that lead to the entrance of the institute.
She rushes through the open doors of the institute not watching where she is heading; suddenly she knocks into someone. They both fall backward with a yelp.
Ahri, looks up, staring back at her is a young black haired summoner, a bronze trim lining his purple robe.
"Sorry!" The summoner says with guilt before he helps Ahri up. "Please forgive me."
"No, no, it was my fault." Ahri says, still with a grey mood
The summoner looks down at the floor shyly, and then looks back up at her. Ahri smirks slightly, she knows these kinds of guys, and to her it is especially fun flirting with and innocent shy guy.
"Um, could you tell me where the summoning room is?" He asks "I am new here and I don't know my way around here."
"Alright" Ahri says with a giggle "Follow me please."
Ahri, distracted from her thoughts before, turns around, her tails gently wrap around his arm, pulling him along.
"You haven't told me your name yet." Ahri says as they walk, the rain still falling outside. "I am Ahri by the way, but you probably already know that."
"Oh sorry, my name is Vatra" He says suddenly. "And I do know you, I summon you all the time."
"Really now?" Ahri asks
"Yeah, you are my most used champion" Vatra says with embarrassment
"Oh, well I am honoured." Ahri says with a smile.
The pair takes a turn and stroll down the marble stairs, passing a woman in a purple dress and a large purple top hat, shouldering a long rifle. Vatra's eyes lit up.
"Hello, are you Caitlyn, sheriff of Piltover?" Vatra asks in a happy tone.
Caitlyn smiles
"Why yes I am, how may I be of service to you?" Caitlyn asks in her signature accent
"C…Could I have your autograph?" He asks as he brings out a small book and a pen.
"Sure, are you new here?" Caitlyn asks as she signs an empty page of the hardback book.
"Y…yeah" He replies embarrassingly
Ahri stands there with a frown.
"Why hasn't he asked for my autograph even though I am his most used champion?" Ahri thinks to herself
"All done, good luck summoner" Caitlyn says as she returns to book and pen and walks up the stairs.
"Ready to go?" Ahri asks in a huffed voice, hands on her hips, the red tassel on her dress shaking about.
"Yes"
"So um, what is it like being a champion here?" Vatra asks, keeping the conversation going.
"Well, I really do like the luxuries that come with being a champion." Ahri casually says as she examines her pale outstretched arm. "But it does become overwhelming sometimes."
"Really?" Vatra asks with curiosity.
For most of his life he optimised the league, it being the one placed he wanted to reach.
"Yes, it is." Ahri replies. "Lots of things are expected from all the champions here, it can get tiring"
"I see." Vatra says, suddenly becoming shy again.
The conversation between them stays quiet for the rest of the walk, eventually reaching an ornate door; next to it is a golden plaque with the words "Summoning Room" inscribed into it.
"Here we are." Ahri says in a slightly cheery voice. "By the way, why haven't you asked for my autograph yet?"
"With all the other summoners fawning over you, it must be like what you said, tiring for you to constantly deal with your fans.I decided not to, besides, getting to talk to you is much better than an autograph." Vatra replies scratching his head.
"Oh I see." Ahri says, still slightly disappointed in being trumped by the sheriff.
"Anyway, thank you for leading me here, hopefully I will see you again soon" Vatra says with a bow.
"No problem." Ahri says before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "See you around."
Vatra stands there awestruck as Ahri walks off, her happy mood slowly fading away again.
In the darkness of her room Ahri crawls into her bed, this time without a man. Ahri pulls the soft warm doona up to her neck and stares at the dark ceiling. Tears begin to well in her eyes, falling down to her pillow.
"Does everyone hate me or think I am a slut?" Ahri asks herself as more tears roll down her face.
Ahri rolls onto her left shoulder and pulls the doona even closer to her. She then thinks of her time with Vatra, he is a funny person; he is not like any other summoner that Ahri has ever met before.
Eventually the darkness and her fatigue take a toll on her and Ahri falls asleep, her facial expression less sad than before.