"Nice home, princess." Vi remarks, her voice a mixture of awe and sarcasm as she steps into the fancy Piltovan mansion you call home. The contrast between her rough, Zaunite appearance and the polished marble floors is stark, almost comical. You quickly usher her inside, glancing nervously over your shoulder to ensure no one has seen you sneaking a Zaunite into your home. The bridge that connected the two cities may have been a symbol of unity, but old prejudices died hard.

You tell her to keep quiet, but that woman cannot keep her mouth shut at all. At this point, you may as well be shouting from the rooftops that you're hooking up with a trencher - and you'd probably get more mercy that way. Vi raises her eyebrow at you and gives you that shit-eating grin you're way too familiar with as you usher her up the spiral staircase to the hallway leading to your bedroom.

"What's wrong, hm? Afraid you're going to get caught with me in between your legs?"

Holy shit. Did she just say that out loud? It was bad enough that you're bringing the equivalent of a stray dog into your home because you seem to have developed a liking for her, but even worse when she's being this brazenly snarky. Yet you don't protest. You love that about her - that raw, unapologetic energy that gets under your skin in the best possible way.

Once you nearly slam your bedroom door open - probably alerting your father whose office is directly opposite yours - you quickly drag the reddish-pink haired woman inside. Your heart is beating so loudly you're sure she can hear it. But again, she's giving you that wide, sexy smile that drives you insane.

How did this happen? All your life, you've had anti-Zaunian propaganda shoved down your throat by neighbors and family alike. Yet here you are, about to hook up with a hottie from Zaun. Oh well, you never had much respect for that annoying neighbor anyway. What matters is this gorgeous, sarcastic, muscular woman standing in front of you.

She walks closer - maybe too close for comfort - before suddenly grabbing you in her arms, one arm coiling around your waist while the other slides under your ass as she lifts you bridal style. Words cannot express how flustered you become, and she chuckles at your reaction. You want to wipe that smile off her face so badly, but you know you can't resist her. She's the complete package.

Vi gently yet slowly places you on the comfy bed you've known all your life, chuckling at how you melt into the mattress. You signal her to join you, and as she climbs onto the bed, you can't help but think: she's really, really hot.