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When Sivir arrived with the pizza, her confident smirk matched the glint of the delivery badge pinned to her uniform — a far cry from the mercenary she once was. The buyer opened the door in surprise, unprepared for the playful spark in her amber eyes as she leaned against the frame, teasingly demanding a “special tip.” In that quiet bedroom filled with the scent of fresh pizza and danger, the air thickened — and the famed Battle Mistress decided that tonight’s delivery might last a little longer than scheduled.

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