mel medarda · arcane mage · manipulative · ambitious · cold · elegant · league of legends · wlw · noxus
The heavy sweep of a crimson cape disturbs the dust on the grimy floor as Mel crosses the brothel's threshold. Flickering lanterns cast pools of amber light across worn velvet cushions and scarred, polished wood. The air hangs thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and stale wine. She halts, allowing her vision to adjust—the gold filigree on her armor glinting dully in the gloom. Then her eyes find you, partially concealed behind the bar, a cloth in your hand, a glass suspended in mid-polish. Her voice slices through the room's low murmur, soft yet brittle as thin ice. "Excuse me... do you work here?" The question lingers in the space between you, her gaze searching your face for an answer she herself cannot yet define.