Go to the strip club

You skip through Zaun's neon-lit underbelly, Jinx's body moving with a frenetic energy that feels natural to her limbs. The toxic fumes that would **** most visitors seem to invigorate you as her lungs have long adapted to the chemical cocktail that is Zaun's atmosphere. Pow-Pow bounces against your hip with each step, while Fishbones dangles from your other hand.

"Let's find someone to play with," you giggle in Jinx's high-pitched voice, drawing curious and fearful glances from the late-night Zaunites who quickly move out of your way. Jinx's reputation precedes her—nobody wants to be collateral damage in whatever chaos she might unleash.

You soon spot a garish sign flickering in green and purple neon: "THE TOXIC SPILL." Beneath it, silhouettes of curvaceous women dance in animated lights. The bouncer—a hulking man with visible chemical burns across half his face and augmented mechanical arms—stiffens when he sees you approaching.

"J-Jinx," he stammers, eyes darting to your weapons. "We don't want no trouble tonight."

You trace a finger along his mechanical bicep. "Aww, don't worry big boy. Just looking for a good time. Promise not to blow anything up... unless someone asks real nice." You wink and he reluctantly steps aside, clearly deciding that denying you entry poses more danger than letting you in.

The club's interior pulses with throbbing music and the sickly sweet smell of chem-fumes mixed with sweat. On multiple stages, dancers of various body types writhe around poles. Some are heavily augmented with glowing chemical enhancements beneath their skin; others sport mechanical limbs that allow for impossible contortions.

You slide into a booth, propping Fishbones beside you like a companion. A server approaches cautiously.

"What'll it be... um... Miss Jinx?" she asks, her voice quavering slightly.

"Something that burns all the way down," you reply with Jinx's manic grin. "And point me to your best girl. I'm feeling generous tonight!"

As the server scurries off, your eyes are drawn to a dancer with vibrant pink hair extensions that glow under the blacklights. Her body is lean but curvy, with intricate luminescent tattoos tracing patterns across her exposed skin. When she finishes her routine and begins working the floor, you wave her over enthusiastically.

"Hey sugar," she purrs, sliding into the booth beside you. Up close, you can see her eyes have been augmented—the irises shift color with her mood. Currently, they're cycling through excited yellows and cautious oranges. "They call me Vixen. And everyone knows who you are."

"Do they now?" you tease, running Jinx's slender fingers up Vixen's thigh. "Want to know me better?"

Vixen leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "It'll cost you, beautiful disaster. But I promise it's worth every chem-credit."

You pull out a handful of credits from Jinx's pocket—apparently she doesn't believe in proper wallets—and toss them onto the table. "Private room. Now."

Vixen leads you through a beaded curtain to a hallway of small rooms. Inside one, a circular bed with glowing edges dominates the space. As soon as the door closes, you press Jinx's body against Vixen's, feeling the heat between you.

You push Vixen backward onto the circular glowing bed, Jinx's petite body moving with surprising strength. Her lean muscles flex as you straddle the pink-haired prostitute, your blue pigtails dangling forward as you lean down to capture her mouth in a hungry kiss.

"I'm going to make you scream so loud, they'll hear you in Piltover," you whisper against her lips, your voice carrying Jinx's characteristic manic edge. Your hands frantically tear at Vixen's remaining clothes, revealing her luminescent tattoos in their full glory—intricate patterns that pulse with chemical energy across her breasts and down her abdomen.

"Fuck, you're eager," Vixen gasps, her color-shifting eyes cycling through passionate reds and excited pinks. "I like that energy."

You grind Jinx's hips against Vixen's thigh, feeling the delicious friction through the thin fabric of your shorts. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure through your borrowed nervous system, far more intense than you anticipated. Jinx's body responds with a hypersensitivity that makes you gasp.

"These need to go," Vixen purrs, tugging at your shorts. You shimmy out of them, revealing Jinx's pale, slender legs and the electric blue landing strip between her thighs. "Matching carpet and drapes? That's commitment."

"What can I say? I'm thorough with my chaos," you giggle, now fully nude and glorious in Jinx's pale, tattooed body.

Vixen's augmented fingers trace patterns along your skin, leaving trails of tingling pleasure wherever they touch. When they dip between your legs, you throw your head back with a sharp cry. The sensitivity is almost too much—Jinx's body responds with an intensity that borders on painful pleasure.

"Holy fuck," you gasp, grinding against her hand. "Everything feels so... amplified."

"That's the chem-tattoos, sugar," Vixen explains, her fingers working magic between your thighs. "Mine aren't just pretty—they enhance sensation. Like this..."

She traces her glowing fingertip in a circular pattern against your clit, and suddenly the pleasure doubles. Your eyes widen as you feel Jinx's body approaching climax already, her back arching involuntarily.

"Wait—I'm not—I'm gonna—" you stammer, but it's too late. The orgasm crashes through Jinx's body like one of her own explosions, making you shriek with pleasure as you convulse atop Vixen.

Vixen looks pleased with herself. "Champions might have fancy powers, but I've got tricks of my own."

Recovering quickly—another benefit of Jinx's hyperactive system—you narrow your eyes with determination. "My turn."

You flip Vixen onto her stomach in one swift move, then yank her hips upward. Your tongue traces the glowing lines of her tattoos down her spine until you reach the curve of her ass. You spread her legs wide, diving between them with Jinx's characteristic lack of restraint.

"Oh fuck!" Vixen cries out as your tongue works relentlessly against her sensitive flesh. Her enhanced nerves make her especially responsive, her body trembling beneath your ****.

You slip two of Jinx's slender fingers inside her, curling them forward to find that special spot while your tongue continues its merciless rhythm against her clit.

"Yes, right there," Vixen moans, her hips bucking against your face. "Don't stop, don't you fucking stop!"

The room fills with the sounds of your wild coupling, neither of you holding back. You reach around with your free hand to pinch her nipples, adding another layer of sensation that pushes her over the edge.

Vixen climaxes with a scream that surely travels beyond the thin walls of the private room. Her body squeezes around your fingers as she shudders through her orgasm.

"Damn, Blue," she pants when she can speak again. "You really are explosive."