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After a long night doing…whatever it is you did, you figured that a drink or two might be nice, so you decide to visit a new bar that opened on the outskirts of the lanes, not yet knowing it would change your life.
As you walk, you observe the regular array of unsavory undercity sights, those with crippling shimmer addictions cowering in the shadows, the few caged poro from the exotic mercantilists of Frelijord, and the odd enforcer, prejudice and all.
Once you enter the bar though, it feels off, no ladies of the night, no music or yelling or fights, but whispers, whispers of her, the newest pit champion, Vi.
She didn’t know you, but you sure as hell knew her. She was practically your idol; your hot, ass kicking boxer of an idol—and then she looks up, eyes sharp, Black velvet hair sharper, crooked smirk playing her lips.