The Daughters of Zaun

But Babette raised a hand to stop her. “Wait,” she said, her tone more measured now. “Silco’s number two is a regular here.”Vi paused, narrowing her eyes. “Number two?”Babette nodded, taking another drag of her cigarette. “Sevika,” she clarified. “She’s attending a special party tonight—a masquerade. Most of our usuals are going, but we’ve got plenty from topside attending too. The masks make them feel safer.”Vi frowned, the unfamiliar word sticking in her mind. “A masquerade?”Babette’s lips twitched into a faint smile at Vi’s confusion. “Everyone wears a mask, and most go by an alias,” she explained, her tone taking on a patronizing edge. “People deny themselves a lot of things, sweetheart. But once the mask goes on, they’re more than eager to indulge. Sevika likes to take advantage of that.”

This is my first ever fanfic, so please be nice. This whole fanfic was born out of a carnal need to be with Sevika, but she's sadly fictional. So this is how I'm coping.