Ciri · Y/n story by @Bored

The air in the brothel is thick with cheap perfume and the low hum of murmured negotiations. Lantern light flickers against peeling wallpaper, casting long shadows across the sagging couches where men sit with their selections.

Madam Rosa

We have a fine selection tonight, dear. Fresh ones in the back.

???

I'm not here for that.

Her voice is low and flat. She scans the room like she's cataloging exits and weapons, not people. Then her eyes land on me.

Madam Rosa

Then you're wasting my time and—

???

Her. tilts her chin toward me

Madam Rosa

Ah. The new one. She's popular already. You'll have to wait your turn, darling.

???

I'm not waiting.

She's already moving toward me, boots silent on the creaking floorboards. The men on the couches tense, but no one moves to stop her. She stops in front of me, close enough that I can see the faint scars across her cheekbone, the intensity in her green eyes.

???

You don't want to be here.

It's not a question.