𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 -- One of the Girls
  𝟎𝟎1 : Playing Games
(𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙚, pre-show)

𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 was Sevika's sleep paralysis demon—an ironic notion, really. The woman, draped in gossamer layers of pink satin that shimmered like a dream, moved with a grace that felt almost unnatural. Her hair, as light as freshly spun sugar and moonlight, cascaded in soft waves around her face, an ethereal halo. She was haunting, but not in the traditional sense. No, she was something far worse—too close to temptation, too distant to fully grasp, always lurking just at the edge of Sevika's thoughts, just beyond reach.

Every time Sevika closed her eyes, there she was—smiling, always smiling, as though she had discovered a secret the world was too slow to notice. And it wasn't the kind of smile you could shake off. No, it lingered, like the scent of roses after a storm. Her presence left a trace, a heat that had no business stirring in a woman as hardened as Sevika.

And yet, she haunted.

And Silco? Silco wasn't helping.

He had the man he usually sent down there to retrieve information from Enchantress executed. For reasons Sevika hadn't bothered to ask about, reasons that had nothing to do with her job, just with the unsettling kind of power Silco wielded. It wasn't her place to question it; her role was simply to carry out the tasks as instructed, and that's exactly what she did.

But now? Now she was tangled up in this mess, caught between Enchantress's allure and Silco's cold, unrelenting expectations. Silco's unpredictable moves left her with no clear path—only shadows to navigate, a constant dance of obedience and uncertainty. She hadn't asked for this. She'd only been following orders. But as she stood at the threshold of Enchantress's domain, she realized she was playing a game far more dangerous than she'd signed up for.

Sevika knocked on the door, her knuckles making a dull thud against the wood. She jiggled the handle slightly, the sound of soft moans slipping out from the other side, like a thick veil of velvet. Enchantress's voice—silky, sweet, and dripping with pleasure—rose above the low hum of the room, her words urgent and fervent.

"Don't stop," Enchantress's voice begged, sweet and breathless, "Please, don't stop... You're so good, so good, just like that."

The words hung in the air, an uncomfortable cocktail of heat and tension. Sevika, despite herself, felt a knot in her stomach twist, her grip tightening on the doorframe. It wasn't the first time she'd heard the woman indulging in such sounds, but it was different now. There was a weight to the silence that followed, a strange, dissonant hum that didn't sit well with Sevika.

With a sigh, Sevika knocked again, this time more forcefully, her patience wearing thin. "Enchantress," she called out, her voice steady, but the edge of annoyance slipping through. "I'm not here for this."

There was a brief pause, and then the unmistakable sound of Enchantress shifting inside, the noise a quick blend of soft fabric and gentle moans.

"Oh," Enchantress purred from behind the door, as if just now realizing a visitor was present. "Aren't you persistent?"

Sevika's jaw clenched as she pressed the door open with a push, her broad frame blocking the light that poured into the room. She didn't give Enchantress the satisfaction of looking too closely at the scene within. Or even at her, her frame bare aside from the lengthy sheer silk robe covering her. "We need to talk," Sevika said, her voice clipped, trying and failing to ignore the pang of discomfort that wormed its way into her chest.

Enchantress didn't bother to move, leaning back on the chaise lounge, the image of languid indifference. "Oh you don't even have an appointment," she replied, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, though a glint of amusement danced in her eyes. "Can't you see I'm occupied, darling?"

Sevika snorted, stepping fully into the room now, her boots heavy on the floor, a stark contrast to the soft silk and chaos around her. "Yeah, I can see. But I'm not here to play games."

The pink-haired girl adjusted her mask, the flickering candlelight catching on the gold filigree as she slowly turned her head back into the room. Her brows furrowed in feigned irritation, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips before she turned back to Sevika.
"Give me five minutes," she purred, her voice laced with honeyed mischief, before slamming the door with a decisive thud, leaving Sevika standing on the other side, her jaw clenched in exasperation.

Sevika let out a low groan, rubbing a hand over her face. Waiting wasn't part of her plans, but she had no choice. She had been sent here for a reason, and Enchantress, with all her flirtation and games, wasn't about to make this easy.
She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall just outside the door, her mind racing through the possibilities. This woman, this enigmatic figure who dripped with sweetness and danger, was about to be pulled into something far bigger than her own petty games. Sevika wasn't a fan of distractions, but Enchantress was certainly proving to be one.

From the other side of the door, the moans resumed, now joined by a low, guttural groan—a man's voice. The sounds mixed and tangled, Enchantress's breathless begs drowning out the deep, drawn-out groans of her current company. The soft creak of the bed and the rustle of silk only added to the tension that lingered in the air, making Sevika's irritation boil hotter.

For a moment, she stood there, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
She didn't mind the game, but she wasn't here to play. Her fingers flexed, itching to knock again, but she knew better. She'd wait. A little longer.

Minutes later, the door creaked open, and a man stumbled out, his movements slow and disoriented. He quickly began shrugging on his trousers, but his dazed expression was unmistakable. Light pink lipstick stains adorned his face and neck, a stark contrast to the otherwise disheveled, disoriented state he was in. He blinked a few times, clearly still trying to gather himself, before glancing at Sevika, though his eyes avoided meeting hers entirely, focusing instead on the floor as he made his hurried exit.

Sevika stood there, unfazed but with a slight curl of her lip. She had seen it all before—men who thought they could walk in, get a taste of luxury, and then leave with their egos inflated. She wasn't surprised; Enchantress had that effect on people. Supposedly. She wouldn't know personally.

The man passed her, his eyes lingering for a moment too long, but Sevika barely acknowledged him. Her focus was on the door, the faint sound of music and laughter still echoing from behind it. She let out a breath through her nose, eyes narrowing as the door slowly closed behind him.

Just as she moved toward the door, it swung open once more. Enchantress appeared, a playful, almost teasing glint in her eyes. The pink-haired woman was clad in a different robe now, still bare underneath, her pink hair disheveled and her mask askew, giving her an air of carefree sensuality.

"Well, well," Enchantress purred, eyes sweeping over Sevika's form. "Impatient, are we?"

Sevika rolled her eyes but didn't bother hiding her faint smile. "I don't have time for your games today."

"Oh, I think you'll make time," Enchantress replied, her voice a soft caress. She stepped closer, her gaze drifting over Sevika's imposing figure, her lips curving up in a way that was almost predatory. "You came all the way here, after all. What's the rush?"

Sevika smirked, standing her ground. "Can't you tell, I wanna spend the night?" she teased, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Enchantress gasped, her hand flying dramatically to her mouth. "With lil 'ol me?"

Sevika raised an eyebrow, her tone dry. "Of course not. I'm here for the intel." Her frown returned as she trudged into the room, brushing past the pink-haired woman. The room's heady perfume and decadent atmosphere pressed in on her, but she remained unbothered, her boots heavy on the plush rug beneath her.

Enchantress followed her in, leaning casually against the doorframe, a mischievous grin still lingering on her lips. "Ah, always so serious," she said, her voice a mock pout. "You know, I could make this a lot more fun for you."

"Sure, but Silco's paying me to collect information, not to indulge in your... charms," Sevika replied bluntly, her gaze scanning the room as she sized up the situation. It wasn't the first time she'd been in such an environment, but it never failed to irritate her.

Enchantress didn't move, clearly enjoying the game. "I'm sure you're paid well. But what if I told you there's more to gain than just intelligence?"

Sevika glanced back at her, amused despite herself. "You're a lot of things, but a negotiator isn't one of them."

Enchantress tilted her head, her gaze sharp. "You'd be surprised, darling," she purred, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward Sevika with slow, deliberate steps. "I'm not so simple to read. And if I give you what you want... well, I'll expect something in return."

"Like I said," Sevika replied, crossing her arms. "I'm not here to play your games. I'll take the intel. That's it."

Enchantress stopped right in front of her, their proximity enough to make Sevika feel the heat radiating off the other woman's skin. "Oh, Sevika," she whispered, her breath warm against the older woman's ear. "You're no fun at all. But I suppose I'll play along. For now."

Sevika's eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't back away. "Good. Now where's the information?"

Enchantress smiled, eyes glittering with something dangerous. "You'll have it. But only if you promise me one thing, Sevika..."

Sevika raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "What?"

"Come back," she said softly, her words wrapping around Sevika like silk. "Next time, don't bring the attitude. Let's... enjoy ourselves, just a little."

Sevika didn't answer immediately. Instead, she glanced at the woman before her—tangled in pink satin, the very image of temptation. The thought of returning didn't sound so bad, but she'd never admit it.

Finally, Sevika grunted, her tone flat. "We'll see." She turned, not bothering to look back as she made her way toward the door.

Enchantress beamed, her playful smile never faltering as she sashayed toward her vanity. She paused only briefly to check her reflection before casually glancing over her shoulder. "Well, that man there," she said, her voice dripping with amusement, "eight inches, but you didn't hear it from me. An enforcer."

Sevika didn't flinch. She didn't even acknowledge the comment. Instead, she let Enchantress's words drift over her, her mind already processing the pieces of information that would be useful to Silco. She paid attention to the details: the Firelights' involvement, the mention of the man's size (a ridiculous tidbit), and the fact that Enchantress had let slip the name of someone she clearly had a history with. Silco could use that, even if it was little more than gossip.

She kept her focus sharp, her eyes flicking to the pink-haired woman as she continued to adjust her makeup, her movements languid and practiced.

Sevika wasn't here for the theatrics, but she couldn't deny the strange allure of Enchantress's presence. She had that way of making everything seem like a game—a dangerous, seductive game. It was irritating, but undeniably effective. She was a spider, and Sevika was the fly, but only in the most frustrating way.

"Anything else?" Sevika asked, her voice clipped, her arms crossed as she tried to keep the impatience from creeping into her tone.

Enchantress glanced back at her through the mirror, a playful glint in her eyes that only sharpened her allure. "Oh, but of course," she purred, as if savoring the moment. "Was bragging about some shimmer raid while we smoked. Said that he and some rogue enforcers think the Captain is corrupt, planning to rebel against him and stop a shipment of shimmer next week."

Sevika's heart skipped a beat, her expression hardening. She cursed under her breath, the implications of the information hitting her like a blow to the chest.

They were right about one thing. The Captain was corrupt.

Her mind spun, sorting through the possibilities. A rebellion? That could be dangerous, especially with the shipment of shimmer on the line. If the enforcers were going rogue, it could destabilize the entire operation Silco had spent years building. A power shift could mean a lot of things. Some good, some bad. But she knew one thing for sure: it wasn't good news for her. Or Silco.

"I'll need to follow up on that," she muttered, more to herself than to Enchantress, though the woman's eyes followed her every move.

Enchantress raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling at the corner of her lips. "Oh, I'm sure you will. After all, you're a woman of action." She tilted her head, still playful but with an edge. "Be careful though, Sevika. There's always more at play in the shadows than you realize."

Sevika didn't respond, her gaze hard as she turned toward the door. She'd gotten what she needed. The rest, she could figure out later.

One more piece to the puzzle.

But the rebellion—if it was true—complicated everything.

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 stood before Silco's desk, her posture rigid, a flash of frustration in her gaze. Her metal arm, covered in a deep red cloak that draped down to the floor, was the only thing about her that seemed to betray the tension rolling through her body. She wasn't one to mince words, especially when it came to matters that weighed on her mind.

"I don't know why you insist on her," she said, her voice steady but edged with something sharper beneath the surface. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked across the room at Silco, whose calm demeanor never wavered. "She's nothing but a child. Thinks this is all a game—shimmer, sex, restoring Zaun... all of it. We could find a much better way to gather intel."

Silco remained silent for a moment, his fingers drumming slowly on the desk. His sharp, calculating gaze never left Sevika as if considering her words, weighing them against the pull of his own plans.

"She has her uses," Silco replied, his voice as smooth as ever, though there was an underlying steel to it that Sevika had come to recognize. He didn't like to be challenged, especially not when it came to his choices. "She has access to places we can't go, information we can't hear. And yes, she may be reckless, but it's because she doesn't care about the consequences."

Sevika scoffed, crossing her arms as she leaned back slightly, her cloak shifting with the movement. "That's exactly the problem. She doesn't care about the consequences. She's a loose cannon, Silco. Someone like that is a liability, not an asset."

Silco's eyes flickered for a fraction of a second, his gaze darkening as if the weight of her words were starting to push against the edge of his resolve. But he didn't relent. "I've worked with worse," he said, his voice low, almost a growl. "And she's proven useful in ways you haven't seen yet."

Sevika was silent for a moment, her frustration bubbling up like molten steel, but she kept it controlled. "I don't trust her," she said finally, her tone colder now. "She's dangerous. And one day, her games will get people killed."

Sevika's jaw tightened as she listened to Silco's words, each one striking with the precision of a needle. His voice, always so controlled, carried the weight of finality. The silence that followed was heavy, pressing against Sevika's chest like the walls of a cage.

She stood there for a moment, trying to swallow the knot of frustration lodged in her throat. The way Silco always seemed to have the perfect answer, the way he could turn every hesitation into a calculated move—it irritated her. But she knew better than to argue too much.

"Let me ask you, Sevika," Silco continued, his voice cool but carrying a certain dangerous edge, "If the most wanted woman in Zaun, hell, in Piltover even—A woman who had lines out the door the second she turned eighteen—can't coax a few men out of their intel, then truly, who can? We need Enchantress. This intel alone saves us much time in damages."

The words stung, and Sevika's grip on her metal arm tightened, the soft sound of the cloak shifting as her muscles coiled. She wanted to snap back, wanted to call him out on how it didn't sit right with her, how dangerous it was to rely on someone like her, someone who didn't give a damn about anything except her own pleasures. But she swallowed it down. Silco had a point. The intel was good, valuable even.

So instead, she forced her body to relax, dropping her hands from her arm, a sigh escaping her lips.

"It's not your place to question who I chose," Silco continued, his voice a low rasp. "It's just your place to follow along."

Sevika's lips thinned into a line, her eyes narrowing slightly. She didn't like being talked to like that, but there was no denying the truth in his words. He had made the decision. He had put Enchantress into play. And now, it was Sevika's job to ensure that the chaos she caused didn't get out of hand.

Sevika finally gave a short nod, her stance stiffening slightly as she looked up at Silco. "Fine," she muttered, her voice thick with frustration. "But if this blows up in our faces, don't expect me to clean it up." She turned on her heel, the heavy sound of her boots echoing through the room as she made her way to the door.

Silco's gaze followed her, dark and calculating, but he didn't say anything more.

"Though woman is pushing it." She muttered, before closing the door behind her.

As Sevika stepped out, the door clicking shut behind her, she couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. This was a dangerous game they were playing, and if Enchantress wasn't careful, it might be one they wouldn't be able to win.

But for now, Sevika had no choice but to play along. And she hated that.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒!

Jinx and Aviva are around 13 ish rn so Aviva is still locked in her room is Jinx is still becoming Jinx.

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