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Pretty Thing

I never expected to wind up in the undercity. I've lived a decent life up until now in the above city of Piltover, but things have been changing. With the introduction of the city of Zaun discussions have been taking place. They demand Zaun to be treated as an equal which means Piltover has to take a step up and build camaraderie. That's where it all went wrong for me, or right, depending on who you ask.

"Fuck, of course I get assigned to this." I say.

I look at the paper again and again hoping somehow it would change, but no. I'm officially assigned as an ambassador for the business I work for. I'm asked, more like ordered, to visit the undercity to search for potential investors and customers.

"Great. I've never even been to Zaun so how will I know where to look?" I contemplate to myself.

That was also taken care of as written on a little slip of paper is a recommended area for potential investors.

"The Last Drop huh, more like my last stop. If I make it out of this I'm totally taking a vacation day." I muse.

I've only ever heard bad things about the undercity. About how its filled with thieves and ruffians, but I digress. Cant judge a book by its cover.

"Alright, lets go." I say gathering the courage to get a move on.

I walk out of my apartment locking the door behind me before heading to the drop off zone where I can catch the cart ride down to Zaun. As I walk I greet people I know, but feel a dread in the pit of my stomach.

"Why does this feel like a bad idea?" I question myself. I sigh and shake my head, "You're paranoid, it'll all be fine." I say to myself.

As I ride the cart down I take a minute to view my appearance in the reflection of the cart. Hair done. Make up on point. A cute, but serious business skirt paired with a blouse. I look like a 10 and as I should. This helps give me some confidence as I make my way down. When the cart finally comes to a stop I take a deep breathe before exiting.

The difference is obvious the moment I step out. People bustling around everywhere from all sorts of backgrounds. Vendors on the side selling all sort of wild things. Even entertainment workers beckoning people to them for a night of pleasure. Everything is so raw and alive here, so much different from the sophistication of Piltover.

The further into the city I walk the more eyes I get. I figure it isn't often that someone from Piltover comes around that isn't an Enforcer so I'm bound to cause some reactions. I get eerie glares and looming stares as I continue my search for The Last Drop. I don't dare ask anyone for help considering some of the smirks on these peoples faces bodes nothing good for me. I pick up my pace and hurry through the streets nearly getting lost when I find it.

"The Last Drop...is a bar? Well I guess I can at least get a drink while I do this." I say to myself before stepping into the bar.

People stare as I enter clearly not expecting to see someone like me here, but I ignore them and head to the bar immediately ordering a whiskey. The bartender stares at me funny for a minute, but then gets my drink and leaves me in peace which I'm thankful for. As I look for potential investors the prospects seem slim. I resign myself to coming back empty handed when I'm approached by someone.

This...woman seems to run this place or something because as she strides to me everyone parts like the sea. She's big, tall, and has a dark aura around her. Trouble, says the smirk on her face as she watches me take her in. I have half a mind to leave before she can start something, but don't move in time as she slides up right next to me in the bar and orders an drink before speaking.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing in the undercity?" she says.

"Minding my own business." I reply