Arcane ~ Short Stories ~ QUEENDOM

IV ~ Stillwater Hold

~ SPOILERS for the 2nd act of Arcane ~

(this is the setting for "Pink")

(this story-line contains SMUT aka sexual content, reader discretion is advised)

Hiedra was the name she was given at birth. Understandably, her immortality prevented the sex worker from wearing it freely. With her clients, her imagination was the limit. With civilians, she remained anonymous or answered to a predetermined identity which changed only when she moved with her sisters.

The prison guard struck her in the ribs with a beating stick, before pushing her forward and ordering:

   "Move faster, b!tch."

She responded to slurs, too. She winced briefly, attempting to advance in a straight line even though the high amount of toxins in her blood made her dizzy still.

Despite willingly being a prostitute, a very rare occurrence among others in her field of expertise, the reward of eternal life, granted by the recurring Deals she closed thanks to her profession, wasn't always enough to keep her going through harder times. The powerful magic that ran deep inside her, connecting her to her home planet, was still weaker than in her sisters. Therefore, if she yearned to let exterior substances affect her system, she had the ability to remove some of the layers of enchantments that protected it. Hence why she was dazed. 

Stumbling into an unlit cell, she clung onto the nearest wall to stay upright and fight off the alcohol-induced nausea that she felt creeping up her chest. The loud clanging of the intricate door resonated painfully against her currently dysfunctional eardrums. Apparently, she had lowered her invulnerability levels a tad too much. Fortunately, the wealthy quadruplets in charge of her welfare wouldn't let her rot in jail for long and, at least, she was fully aware of that.

~

Thunder rumbled in the far distance as the pouring rain fell upon Stillwater Hold. In her obscure cell, Vi was prey to another one of her infamous sleepless nights. Staring at the ceiling from the undeniable comfort of the glacially cold and rough floor, her train of invasive thoughts was interrupted by noise echoing in the whole hallway. Her focus drifted to the guard who was bringing someone in, a new prisoner by the looks of it. Bored, she let her eyes follow the staggering well-shaped individual. Although, everything considered, "well-shaped" wasn't a strong enough word to describe the astonishingly sexy body the female was gifted with.

Violet propped herself up with her elbows and drove her back against the closest wall to slouch in a somehow stable sitting position. She leered at the newcomer, trying to make out if she knew her or not. This task proved itself to be impossible because the corridors and cells were drowned in darkness at night and anything solid became a navy shadow, an impression that was intensified in bad weather. She vaguely wondered what the captivating creature had been through, why she had been incarcerated, what she liked, how she felt, what she would want, how smooth her skin was... It looked soft regardless of the multiple tattoos upon it and managed to glow with the minimal quantity of light. She definitely seemed, even in obscurity, like someone that Vi wouldn't necessarily push away. To her own disappointment, in the past, the maximal proximity she ever got with any inmate was a glance in the shower room and never did she notice anyone looking back. Unsurprisingly, Stillwater Hold was the lonely kind of hell.

Soon enough, nearly everyone in the establishment - staff and declared criminals alike - knew of the mysterious sex worker's presence. The minute Vi observed Hiedra's alluring face in daylight, she recognized the prostitute who was strangely friendly with Powder. Unluckily for her, the nameless hooker was never alone. The courtesan never revealed her real name. Whilst some people used nicknames to refer to her, in the way a client of hers probably would, most called her by her inmate number. She was constantly harassed by inmates or, sometimes, the guards themselves. The idea that information about her little sister's state was within reach was driving the hot-headed prisoner mad. It had dawned on her a while ago, but all she could do was watch the devastatingly gorgeous female from afar. Why was there always someone around?! The most frustrating aspect of the situation was Violet's conviction that the newbie knew perfectly well who she was, too. They often locked eyes across the eating area or the yard.