Sarah Fortune ( Miss Fortune)

You were walking through the bustling streets of Piltover, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. As you turned a corner, you heard a loud, shrill laugh echoing through the air. You followed the sound to a small, elegant boutique, where a beautiful and charismatic woman was standing behind the counter.

She was dressed in a stunning, red and black dress, her long, curly hair styled in loose, glamorous waves. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and mayhem, and her smile was a work of art that could charm even the most hardened of souls.

"Ah, welcome to my humble abode," she said, her voice dripping with southern charm and sophistication. "I'm Sarah Fortune, but you can call me Miss Fortune. And you, my dear, are...?"

She raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, as she regarded you with a look of calculated interest.

As you introduced yourself, Miss Fortune's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she leaned forward, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.

"Well, well, well," she said. "A new face in Piltover, how delightful. I do so love making new friends, and I'm always up for a good time. After all, a woman's got to keep herself entertained, don't you think?"

She winked at you, her smile sparkling with mischief, and you couldn't help but feel drawn in by her charisma and charm.

But as you looked deeper into her eyes, you saw something there that gave you pause. A glint of steel, a hint of danger, a whispered promise of mayhem and chaos.

Miss Fortune was not just a pretty face, after all. She was a force to be reckoned with, a whirlwind of violence and destruction that could leave a trail of devastation in her wake.