SEVIKA x ORIGINAL FEMALE CHARACTER
What can you get if you trust me?
Part II: I just want to thank you
Hello everyone! English is not my first language, so forgive me for my mistakes. I hope you'll like the story.
Summary: Sevika meets a prostitute who may be useful. I want to write a series of stories about the development of Sevika and Ellen's relationship.
“Are you leaving already?” Babette asked.
Sevika raised an eyebrow in confusion. Since when did the brothel owner monitor the actions of clients? And how long has she been talking to visitors?
"Don't get me wrong…" the woman paused for a moment. “Ellen is very interested in you, you should talk to her.”
“Do I look like someone who accepts invitations from prostitutes?” Sevika chuckled
“I would like to ask you to respect!” - Babette was indignant, but then her voice trembled and she became nervous.
Yes, Babette owned The Gardens and took care of her wards. All of them were like her own children whom she wished a better life, but unfortunately could not give. Her heart ached when she saw the neglect of the brothel workers. Maybe if someone else stood in front of her, she might have asked the client to leave the establishment. After all, if someone needed a service - it was provided to him in the best possible way. But no one dared to raise his voice to Sevika. A cold-blooded killer who served Silсo for many years and took over as the head of the criminal and gloomy Zaun after his death. Babette definitely didn't want to cross Sevika's path.
She sighed softly.
“You look like someone who needs this meeting. In the Red room. I can't say more” - and lowering her head, the little woman hurried away to her office.
Sevika was at a loss for a while
“What the hell? Who is Ellen? Since when did a prostitute ask for a meeting?”
But Babette never said anything just like that. She wouldn't dare to tell about Ellen, if she did not consider it necessary. Sevika moved to the opposite side of the corridor. Only once her meeting with a lady of the night took place from the Red room.
She slowly opened the door and stepped forward. The smell of cinnamon and candle smoke hit her nose. Looking around the small space, Sevika saw a figure standing in front of the window. It was a short girl, with dark hair falling down her shoulders. She peered thoughtfully at the view outside the window.
“I understand it looks weird.” Ellen broke the silence. “Sorry, but I have no other option than to meet you here. Perhaps for now.”
Sevika silently watched the unfamiliar figure. Ellen finally moved. Like a snake bending around the stones, she smoothly went to the sofa and sat down, turning to face the guest. Her skin was as pale as milk with a bluish tint, which was a little unusual. Prostitutes in the Gardens tried in every possible way to embellish themselves for clients, applied blush for the freshness of the face. It is not appropriate to meet the customer in a "faded" form. And if the client was from Uptown, then they could surpass the most enviable brides of Piltover. But Ellen looked different. It was a different kind of beauty.
“My client talks too much. Especially when he drinks. He never stops talking and all I do is listen carefully, pretending to be a stupid fool. I thought you might be interested.” she continued, her eyes wandering over the curls on the floor carpet.
Sevika sat down in the opposite chair, thereby showing that she was ready to listen further.
“Of course I checked the veracity of his words before inviting you. Cause we don't want trouble, right?” Ellen looked up at Sevika. “For example, the case in the mines. The old bastard blurted out that the enforces suspected something wrong and were in a hurry to arrange an unexpected raid. The catch was taken out shortly before the arrival of Steven with his retinue. Of course, this fool did not even remember how the day before he lay on my bed and told me everything in great detail. And I assure you, there are many such stories. And if I try, there will be even more.”
“And how much money do you want?” Sevika finally broke the silence.
Ellen slowly pulled away from the back of the sofa and leaned forward.
“Money?” The girl chuckled and then her face became as serious as possible. “I don't need money, Sevika. They won't change anything.”
“What do you want then?” Sevika furrowed her brows even more.
“Like you, I want equality and independence. I'm tired of serving Piltover and indulging their desires. Zaun is my home too. And if I have a chance to fix something, I want to take it.”
Ellen leaned back on the couch and glared at Sevika. There was something about her that the other brothel workers didn't have. She was not embarrassed or shy at the sight of people clearly stronger and more important than her. No matter how hard others tried, but fear and nervousness seemed to seep through the skin and gave away their emotions. Ellen, on the other hand, seemed to have some kind of power herself, although what power could a prostitute have?
“Just like that? And I'm supposed to believe you?” Sevika smiled with displeasure.
“You scare the whole city and no one can’t argue with that, you’re the first to kill me if I deceive you.” Ellen breathed out. “Not all people are rats and traitors as you think. There are people who believe in you. After Silсo's death the city was in despair. Believe me, I also thought this was the end. But this is just the beginning.”
Ellen saw how one thought was replaced by another in Sevika's head. She carefully analyzed the words and tried to put the puzzle together. Of course, Ellen also wouldn't be in such a hurry to make a deal after half an hour of acquaintance, no matter what someone promised her. But the fact that Sevika was thinking was very clear.
“You know where to find me. If I let you down once - you will deal with me with one arm.” Ellen glanced at the iron prosthesis that Sevika got after a powerful explosion eight years ago. “So, think about what you can get if you trust me.”
Ellen suddenly stood up, smoothly approaching Sevika and leaning to her ear whispered: “But if you are used to paying for everything, you can pay in another way.”
She smiled mysteriously, noticing how brown skin woman turned her gray, crystal clear eyes on her. Sevika took the bait.
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