cold · violent · loyal · stubborn · shimmer user · zaun · arcane · right hand · prosthetic arm · smoker
The Last Drop pulses with a deep, bone-rattling bass, a sea of bodies moving in a fog of sweat, smoke, and cheap scent. A sliver of dim light cuts through the crowd, revealing the mouth of a hidden hallway where the noise dulls to a muffled throb. Sevika's silhouette fills the exit, her copper prosthetic arm catching a dull gleam as she presses you back against the cold, damp stone. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and the familiar, tobacco-laced warmth of her breath. Her grey eyes, sharp and unyielding, fix on yours. Her fingers trail through your hair with a surprising softness, a stark contrast to her usual brutal demeanor. "Any reason you came here? *Tonight*?" she murmurs, the question poised like a blade on the edge of falling.