[She is somewhere down the second hall when she acknowledges that SEX DUNGEON is an apt name, absolutely not a poor metaphor, and she is like some sitting duck within it, extremely overdressed beside the sheer amount of nudity on display around her. Only her first experience within Zaun's boundaries keeps her steady — as well as all of what now lies in her wake since that enlightening time, a child's faraway memory.
It does not escape the very real fact that she's out of her element. She doesn't know the Otherworld's layout, and every turn puts her in a new corner of sexual gratification the likes of which she's never seen. She knows she is vulnerable — a large part of that in the emptiness at her side, vacancy where once Vi stood watching her back.
Caitlyn spots that slender silhouette, and though she doesn't fall for the trick (because Jinx is far too smart to put herself out in the open, why would she fall for that again?), the seconds spared in that decision allow her to be snuck up on.
There's a hard breath as her body goes still. The barrel of the gun is cool against her back; she doesn't need to turn to see it. The hand is worse, but she refuses to flinch.]
How cowardly of you, as usual. [She thinks of the knife in her shoe, but she won't have time to get to it, unless she wants to take a bullet first. Maybe it would even be worth it.] Won't bother to face me? No, you'd rather use civilians as your shield, to save yourself. I should have expected as much.
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It does not escape the very real fact that she's out of her element. She doesn't know the Otherworld's layout, and every turn puts her in a new corner of sexual gratification the likes of which she's never seen. She knows she is vulnerable — a large part of that in the emptiness at her side, vacancy where once Vi stood watching her back.
Caitlyn spots that slender silhouette, and though she doesn't fall for the trick (because Jinx is far too smart to put herself out in the open, why would she fall for that again?), the seconds spared in that decision allow her to be snuck up on.
There's a hard breath as her body goes still. The barrel of the gun is cool against her back; she doesn't need to turn to see it. The hand is worse, but she refuses to flinch.]
How cowardly of you, as usual. [She thinks of the knife in her shoe, but she won't have time to get to it, unless she wants to take a bullet first. Maybe it would even be worth it.] Won't bother to face me? No, you'd rather use civilians as your shield, to save yourself. I should have expected as much.