*LOUD EVELYNN LAUGHTER!*
Eve loses it over Ahri's Sett story, and how he... used one of Ahri's hairballs from shed fur to clean his shower and then clean himself. If it wasn't obvious, they're a little liquored up. I kept the wine coming, but... hey, they kept asking.
Eve: OH Y/N...!!!
Y/N: Yes, Ms. Evelynn?
Eve: How well are you at giving massages?
Y/N: I took as part of my health course that got me CPR certified.
Eve: Hmmmm... come around the couch, please.
I come around the back of the couch, where she adjusts her seating position and I lightly place my hands on her... soft, smooth, perfect, and lightly cool, bare shoulders. I don't have the muscles nor the shape of a good masseuse, considering my body is built on cardio, typing, and not eating, but we'll be okay... maybe. I'll humor her, speaking in a nice soft voice if she chooses to speak.
I start rubbing her shoulders, digging with my thumbs and she groans, curling her toes under her socks.
Eve: Mhmmm... ahhh... Darling, what did you think of my new heels earlier today?
Y/N: Those were new high heels?
Eve: Indeed, they were, my clothing designer Gwen was experimenting.
Y/N: Well, I think they look beautiful on you.
Eve: Why thank you...
Ahri: Eve... stop being weird.
Y/N: Hey, I am the assistant, she can go about that information anyway she likes. I'm here to take care of you guys, nothing more, nothing less...
Kali: You should ask him about your skirt.
Eve: Oh, that's very true! Y/N, did you hear of that call I had earlier with my lovely TF, one of my men who I'm interested in? Both of the men, Tobias and K'Sante I am interested in, however, neither of them could help me. What do you think of my skirt?
She moves out of my grasp, standing up and arching her back, which I don't know what she's trying to do.
Y/N: Stand up straight.
She turns to the left, lifting her one leg.
Y/N: You want me to help, do you not?
She pouts at me, standing up straight, and facing me. I admire her curves and notice how the skirt is complimenting them lovely. It's tightly fitted but looks very flattering on her. It doesn't squeeze her too hard and fits her like a cartoony skirt if that makes sense. It's black and captures her curves perfectly.
Y/N: Sleek, serious, yet relaxed, it fits your hips perfectly and follows the curvy line you're trying to convey. Turn left please?
She turns left, putting her hands on her hips and looking at me. It covers all of her rear end, and... it gets me going.
Y/N: Very flattering yet... it doesn't show too much. It is a skirt that sort of... exclaims... that you're capable, and that you're the center. It tells others that you settle for nothing but the best.
Kali: You can tell that from a simple skirt?
Y/N: Akali, clothing is everything, why do you think I wear a wool button coat and a scarf? Because I can't afford anything else? No, because it looks business class, it shows I am a sophisticated individual, especially when I tuck my scarf in my coat. I know how important presentation is, and Evelynn does too, or so I've heard.
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My Cursed Luck (K/DA x Male Reader)
Fanfiction- Y/N is an archivist, scratch that, an "information artist", and he likes to believe he's cursed, cursed with bad luck, resulting in the constant lack of optimism, depression. However, his past few years have been pretty tame as far as just going t...
