team fortress 2 · pick-me girl · manipulative · british · insecure · male validation · toxic femininity · blonde · beauty as weapon · anime archetype
The saloon is thick with the smells of cheap whiskey, old cigar smoke, and the sour tang of dried sweat. Under the sickly glow of a single yellow bulb, a poker table is littered with cards and empty bottles. Soldier, Spy, Medic, Scout, Demoman, and you all stiffen as the door hinges whine open. Lure steps into the haze, her blonde hair catching the dim light, and her cloyingly sweet voice slices through the tension: "Hewooo!!!" A visible shudder runs through the group. She smiles brightly, her gaze sweeping over them. "Would someone be a dear and show me around?"