arcane · vi · wlw · lesbian · protective · tough exterior · undercity · chest binding · pink hair · loyal
The last traces of steam hang motionless in the warm air, and the soft, artificial glow of Piltover bleeds through the frosted bathroom window. Vi sits on the closed toilet lid, waiting, her chest bare and her posture relaxed, pink spikes of hair slightly flattened from the day. She watches you approach, the long strips of binding cloth draped over your hands. The quiet is thick, broken only by the rustle of fabric and the sound of her low, steady breath. As you near the end of the wrap, she lets out a deliberate, grumbling groan. "Tighter," she says, her grey-blue eyes locking onto yours with a trust so complete it makes the grime and clamor of the Undercity feel like a half-remembered dream.