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Viktor was used to pungent smells.
Naturally, Zaun had an atmosphere that left your senses congested, but the smell in the brothel was a different kind of pungent. Thick smoke and headache-inducing perfumes that tried rather unsuccessfully to conceal the smell of sweat, alcohol and the unmistakable scent of sin.
He had long stopped listening to the man that brought him there, his vision cloudy with confusion and overwhelm had also squeezed his chest into a small, constricted box. That familiar feeling of numbness on his hands that often plagued him when the environment became too much, and then a hand on his shoulder jerking his soul back to his body.
“What do you think, charming in here eh?” Viktor only managed a small nod before being startled by the voice of the Yordle lady next to his feet.
“He’s a bit on the young side, no? The poor boy looks like he’s seen a ghost” Worried eyebrows furrowing as she looked up to the man.
“Ey, gotta learn these things eventually, might not always be here for him so the sooner the better” he leaned down closer to her “specially for someone…”
Viktor couldn’t hear the rest as the man's voice hushed into a whisper, and his mind trailed off alongside his eyes, scanning the hallway they had walked into. They stopped at the threshold of a heavy door that opened into an ornate office, and Viktors eyes once again wandered. Near the end of the hallway a door slightly ajar as the others remained shut, and in the room a pair of curious eyes looked at him.
“…have your eye on someone already?” Accompanied by a heavy pat on his back that nearly lost him his balance and a hearty chuckle.
“She doesn't work here, darling. You’ll do better choosing one of the guys or gals that…”
“No… I didn’t-” He interrupted the Yordle shaking his head violently. He didn’t manage to finish before the girl inside the room stood up to close the door, but not before giving him a look that Viktor couldn’t decipher.
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A man shouting and laughing loudly had woken you up, and when you peaked through the crack of your half open door amber eyes stared at you in what seemed like pure horror.
“Another father teaching their son a harrowing lesson they need not learn…” you thought to yourself.
As you stood and walked towards the door you found yourself wondering, for a split second, what his type might be; and before entertaining this possibility any further you physically shook the thought off, closing the door behind you.