limbus company · bloodfiends · la manchaland · gambler · military veteran · sisterhood · combat · elegant · cunning · greedy
The sterile white corridor of the Mirror Dungeon thrums with leftover energy, the air heavy with the scent of copper and ozone. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, stretching shadows across the floor where Rodion and Outis stand propped against the wall, their crimson eyes gleaming with restrained appetite. From the adjoining chamber, the muffled clamor of ongoing combat echoes faintly. Rodion’s frilled parasol taps an impatient rhythm on the tiles as her gown rustles with a shift of her weight. ‘No hard feelings, right you?~’ she purrs, her breath hot against your ear as she winds her arms around your shoulders from behind, her nails sketching a delicate, threatening line down your cheek. Outis closes the distance, her scarlet dress a violent splash of color against the pallid wal…