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The undercity39s gonna eat you alive	By : RFsych101 Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was so frustrating. Caitlyn tried awkwardly to maintain her fake smile and fake accent while talking with Pim. The conversation was painful not only because of her trying to continue it with her fake accent, but also because it was evident that Pim didn’t seem to know anything about the bombing. He also seemed to be an introvert, as he came across as very shy and almost timid when speaking. She found it surprising that someone so unassuming would be in a place like the brothel. Regardless, the Enforcer decided there was no point in prolonging the dialogue, so she tried to find a way to end the conversation politely so that she could move on to the next client wandering the halls.
But Before she could say anything, a voice broke her train of thought. It was a female voice, deeper than hers but still managing to sound feminine.
“Well, hello.”
They both turned in unison to regard the figure walking towards them. It was difficult to make out in the smoke filled hallways, but Caitlyn’s sharp eyes could make out a shapely figure in a very revealing turquoise dress. She blinked as the figure turned and spoke to Pim.
“Have a special surprise for you, why don’t you head down that way,” She said in a manner that Caitlyn felt was meant to get rid of Pim.
Pim seemed confused for a moment, but nodded and thanked the woman. As he walked by her, she turned and whispered something to him, causing him to pause before walking away in a quick and almost nervous pace. As he did so, he turned briefly to look back at Caitlyn before walking away.
After looking at Pim’s retreating figure, Caitlyn turned to regard the worker who was now a few feet from her. She was slightly taller than Caitlyn, and had a very shapely athletic figure. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a bun, and her skin was an almond brown, with dark markings along her thighs and arms. Her very revealing dress, high heels, and half mask were all a combination of turquoise and white. The mask covered her face from her nose to her forehead, but Caitlyn could tell that she was very attractive, and was clearly a worker. She was broken out of her thoughts as the woman addressed her.
“Well, you’re very attractive, I haven’t seen you before,” she said in an almost playful, leading tone.
Caitlyn smiled back, trying to appear unfazed as she replied.
“Why, thank you. I’m uh, I’m new here. Just trying to find my way around,” she continued speaking in her fake accent, finding it hard but deciding to continue with it.
The worker smiled, both in politeness, and at how clearly fake the Piltie’s accent and story sounded in the brothel. Well, by the end of the evening, it wouldn’t matter, the worker thought to herself with a smile.
She motioned for the Enforcer to follow her down the hallway to one of the rooms deeper in the brothel. The Enforcer smiled and did so, and as they walked towards the room, the worker fell a step behind to admire the shapely figure of the unsuspecting Enforcer, who was busy trying to take in her surroundings. The worker then let her gaze linger on the Enforcer’s lovely rear and then took a quick glance at her equally lovely chest. The half mask she wore made it easier for her to do so without the Enforcer taking notice. The odd outfit she was wearing, high boots, dark slim pants, white shirt with dark vest and hood, along with arm sleeves, tried but failed to conceal her lovely figure. She wore a backpack, which must have been where she was concealing her Enforcer’s uniform. Turning her attention back to the Enforcer, the worker stole a glance at her face as they walked. The Enforcer’s face was lovely as well. Pretty in an elegant way. Her skin was milky white, and those blue eyes were piercing. Her lips were so inviting, and the strands of blue hair that fell from behind her hood only made her all the more enticing. She would have gotten more than a pretty penny if she worked at the brothel for real. Whether the Piltie knew it or not, she had a face and body that were made for work at a brothel. She may have wished she did work at the brothel if she knew what was to come, the worker thought to herself with a smirk. Reaching one of the rooms, the worker motioned for the Enforcer to enter, and pointed her to the sofa by the far wall.
As Caitlyn entered the room, she looked around and took notice of the room. Like the hallway, the walls in the room were a dark red wallpaper, with tone on tone patterns. Some parts of the walls seemed frayed and torn, but for the most part, they seemed in good condition. The floor seemed a wood finish of some sort, and was a dark brown, as was the ceiling. There were small cabinets on either side of the sofa, each with a drawing near the top. Atop each cabinet were what looked like oil lamps, giving off a subdued yellow light that made the room look half lit. She looked at the sofa by the far wall, and made her way towards it as the worker gave her a smile and followed. Caitlyn took off her backpack and leaned it next to the sofa as she turned to sit down. The worker then followed. Caitlyn crossed one leg over the other and leaned back slightly into the sofa, trying to appear as casual as possible. The worker copied her actions, and Caitlyn, after a moment of forming questions in her head, spoke up in her fake accent:
“So, what’s this place like? Have you worked here long?”
The worker turned to glance at the doorway before replying:
“Yes, I’ve been here a while. It’s a very nice place, the clients are so friendly.”
Caitlyn nodded, deciding it best to establish a rapport before delving into more pointed questions about the clients and recent events. She continued with more breaking the ice questions which the worker continued to answer.
She also, Caitlyn noticed, continued to periodically look towards the doorway as she did so. Caitlyn wondered if the worker had other engagements, either in the room or elsewhere. She then continued talking, the back and forth going on for a few minutes. She mentioned the bombing, which the worker seemed to show little reaction or interest in, only saying that she heard something had happened in Piltover, but didn’t know it was a bombing. Caitlyn smiled and tried to decide how to ask about the clientele. She was also acutely aware that she had been speaking to the worker for more than 10 minutes, and should probably try to speak to a few other patrons before finding where the convict was. She thanked the worker for their talk and stood up from the sofa, with the worker doing the same. Caitlyn told the worker she should get going. The worker smiled and nodded wordlessly. Caitlyn turned to take her backpack, but as she did so, she heard footsteps at the doorway. She turned to see who was at the doorway, and looked down at the small figure there.
It was a female yordle.
She was old. Her hair, red streaked with grey, was tied back. She held a cigarette in one hand. Based on her weathered face and appearance, she was likely not a worker. Despite the fact that she was wearing what looked like excessive makeup and a sleeveless dress, she didn’t look like someone who was a regular with clients. Caitlyn reasoned that she must be the owner. The yordle smiled as she walked closer to Caitlyn and the worker, who was standing next to her. Caitlyn took a step towards the yordle. As she did so, she saw the worker, from the corner of her eye, turn to get something from a drawer in the cabinet, likely to take some contents for her next client, she thought to herself. Turning her attention to the yordle who was likely the owner, the yordle very openly stared at her from top to bottom, smiling and raising her eyebrows as if impressed. The yordle then said:
“You are a pretty thing, very, very pretty”, she said as she grinned at her.
Caitlyn fought her instinct to admonish the yordle for making such a forward comment, as she would have done to anyone who said that in Piltover. But she was in Zaun, undercover at a brothel, so she decided to instead smile and thank her for the compliment. The yordle nodded and then paused for a moment, again looking her up and down before saying in a casual manner:
“So, you’re the Enforcer who’s been asking about the bombing.”
Caitlyn blinked in surprise as her eyes narrowed at the realization that the convict told the owner who she was. On reflex, her body tensed up as she stared back at the yordle, who simply stared up at her, cigarette in hand. The yordle continued to stare back, and Caitlyn noticed the yordle’s eyes drift to her left before she gave a nod. Caitlyn then remembered the worker who had been standing next to her a few moments ago and was now behind her.
But before she could turn around, she felt the worker’s arm come around her, pinning her arms to her sides in a surprisingly strong grip. She looked down at the arm around her, and then at the yordle as she spoke:
“Oh, you are pretty, aren’t you? Prettier than any other Enforcer who’s come in here. I’m so glad I decided to put the word out on you!” She said with a cackle.
Caitlyn’s eyes flashed in surprise and anger as she tried in vain to break from the worker’s strong grip. She also tried to process what the yordle said about getting the word out on her. Had the yordle been talking about the ones responsible for the bombing? She felt a surge of panic that was adding to the anger she already felt at being sold out by the convict. She should have known better than to trust her. She put aside her thoughts of the convict and tried to suppress her panic and focus on her current situation. She tried to look back at the worker who had her in her grip, but from her angle, could only see a glimpse of her mask. As she struggled, she turned to the yordle and, dropping her fake accent, said in a stern voice:
“I’m an Enforcer. And I’m here conducting an investigation into the bombing that took —“
But the yordle cut her off with a wicked grin as she spoke.
“—Oh, no no. you’re not just an Enforcer, sweetie…” she said in a tone that sounded as though she were reprimanding her. She then paused as she took a step closer and said:
“…you’re a very pretty Enforcer.”
Caitlyn stopped her struggling for a moment, confused by what the yordle’s words were supposed to mean. She then realized that the yordle was likely just trying to provoke or taunt her. Feeling her face warm with anger, she resumed her struggle to break the worker’s grip as the yordle said:
“Oh you are so pretty, I knew I made the right call. They’re going to love you. They all are!”
Caitlyn was incensed, wanting to tell the yordle to stop calling her ‘pretty’, and wanting to ask who “They” were. She was also bothered by the yordle’s comments that ‘they’, were going to ‘love’ her. What did that mean?
But as she was about to speak, she saw the yordle’s eyes again move past her. The yordle then made a motion, bringing her hand to her mouth and then nodding. Caitlyn frowned in confusion as she struggled in the worker’s grip, and then saw, before she felt, the worker’s other hand come to her face, covering her mouth and nose in a damp cloth. She gasped on reflex, and too late realized that the cloth had been soaked in some kind of ether. And with her sharp intake of breath in that moment, she had already ingested its potent contents.
She felt panic as she could begin to feel the onset of drowsiness and dizziness. She tried to turn her face away while trying to break out of the worker’s strong grip, but she was already feeling her strength and consciousness begin to fade.
As she drifted out of consciousness, she heard the yordle say to the worker holding her:
“They’ll be here soon. Take her to the booth, and then get ready to receive our guests. We’ll start the event as soon as they’re here!” she said in an excited voice as she cackled and coughed.
“Yes, boss,” the worker answered as Caitlyn could feel the ether more and more.
Before the Enforcer could process the words or analyze their meaning, she felt the blackness wash over her as she passed out.

After going limp in the worker’s arms, she was set down on the sofa. The yordle then walked over to the backpack by the sofa and opened it. Her eyes widened and she smiled as she pulled out the Enforcer’s uniform and turned to the worker. She instructed the worker to get the Enforcer properly dressed in her uniform. The worker nodded and began getting the unconscious Enforcer ready for the night’s special event.
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