Completely oblivious to the fact that Vi was currently hiding under the table showing her affection, Tristana's entire attention was fully captivated by Faen's stories about Vi.
Although she only learned of it through Faen's oral recounting, the active Joy Factor in the air greatly expanded Tristana's imagination and perception. Through a form of resonance, it allowed Tristana to vividly experience just how dire the situation had been at the time, and just how heroic Vi truly was.
Especially as a Yordle, Tristana's innate imagination was already far more powerful and vivid than an ordinary human's.
Under these circumstances, Tristana could vividly picture that critical moment when Vi stepped forward, heroically using her own body to block the toxic leak.
Even though Vi's physical resilience far exceeded that of an ordinary person, directly bearing the brunt of such a toxic gas release must have still brought her immense, agonizing pain. Yet, Vi stubbornly endured it, holding on until the maintenance team arrived and completed the repairs, only allowing herself to rest once everything was finally safe...
"That's so cool... No, I should say it's truly heroic."
Tristana clenched her little fists, her face filled with absolute admiration.
"Vi also spearheaded the establishment of the Twin-City Joint Patrol."
Faen added: "In the past, the law enforcement forces of Piltover and Zaun refused to cooperate with each other, allowing many criminals to flee back and forth between the two cities to commit crimes.
"Although the councils of the two cities had agreed to cooperate on paper, a deep-seated barrier still remained between them.
"It was Vi who personally ran between Piltover and Zaun countless times—back and forth, establishing the joint patrol mechanism and leading by example to maintain it—that finally earned the approval of the people from both cities.
"Ultimately, through her actions, the crime rate across the Twin Cities dropped by two-thirds. Crimes like theft and assault against civilians, especially hate crimes between the two cities, have practically gone extinct."
"So cool..." Tristana couldn't help but say:
"This is exactly... the kind of warrior I want to become! A true elite warrior! Not just possessing excellent equipment and powerful weapons, but possessing a noble spirit that makes everyone around them better!!"
Hearing Tristana's words, even Vi herself felt a bit embarrassed. However, because she was currently lying between Faen's legs servicing him, Vi couldn't humbly say anything in response. She could only lightly bite Faen's mushroom head to catch his attention, then flash a slightly resentful little expression, as if to say, "You're making me embarrass myself in front of our new sister again."
Well, although no matter how you looked at it, Faen was actively helping Vi appear even more heroic and worthy of admiration in Tristana's heart.
But unfortunately, Vi's personality was just like this—a bit awkwardly stubborn. Although she yearned for beauty and happiness, she suffered from a bit of impostor syndrome, always hesitating when faced with major life events.
This contrast between her decisive, lightning-fast actions in her daily life and her indecisiveness when facing massive events was the exact opposite of her sister, Jinx.
But Faen didn't mind, because Vi was just feeling a bit shy right now; in reality, she was actually much more happy about it.
And this was indeed the truth, especially upon hearing that Faen had kept all her recent accomplishments firmly in his heart.
That feeling of being closely watched, of knowing that everything she did received a response and was seen by him, brought Vi an inexplicable sense of deep comfort. This also made her oral service even more passionate. Her little tongue continuously probed and licked at his slit, and her mouth sucked vigorously, seemingly desperate to prove that her mouth had also been trained into a top-tier sex organ.
Sensing Vi's efforts, Faen reached down and patted her head, signaling his approval.
A moment later, a smile curled on Faen's lips as he said, "Speaking of which, Tristana, I didn't bring you here just to meet Vi, this one powerful warrior."
"Hmm?! There are others?!"
Hearing Faen's words, Tristana instantly perked up again.
Although what Vi was currently doing was a bit hard to properly evaluate, there was absolutely no denying that from every other perspective, Vi perfectly matched Tristana's ideals and admiration for an elite warrior.
Well, except for her private life.
Of course, private life was inherently a very personal matter, so Tristana also knew she had no right to point fingers or pass judgment on it.
After all, as a warrior and a soldier, Vi had already dedicated so much to the city beneath her feet. She had done so many incredible things, arrested so many criminals, and drastically lowered the crime rate.
Under these circumstances, having accumulated massive amounts of stress in her heart, if she liked being roughly disciplined and treated like a cheap whore by Faen in private... that was merely a personal preference, a personal fetish, and it didn't harm anyone else.
As an outsider, what right did she have to carelessly judge her?
And now, hearing that there were others besides Vi, Tristana's heart swelled with intense curiosity.
In stark contrast, Vi under the table was nowhere near as excited or curious as Tristana.
On the exact contrary, upon hearing Faen's words, Vi immediately realized that something terribly bad was about to happen.
She looked down at the short skirt she was wearing, her flowery valley that was still constantly leaking juices, her breasts furiously dripping milk from overwhelming maternal instincts, and her plump, perky, perfectly child-bearing ass that had been molded by Faen's rough training...
"W-Wait a minute!"
Vi said in a panic, "What do you mean I'm not the only powerful warrior! Faen, you bastard, exactly how many people did you call over?!"
"Not that many." Faen counted on his fingers:
"Zeri, Seraphine, Caitlyn, Jinx... just these few. You know them all, they're old friends."
"No!!"
Hearing Faen's words, Vi's eyes widened instantly, and the blood in her veins seemingly froze.
She abruptly tried to lift her head and stand up, but in her sheer panic, she completely forgot she was still under the table providing Faen with oral service. With a loud BANG, she bumped her head hard against the table, drawing the attention of many people in the cafe.
But due to the obfuscation ward, none of them could spot Faen and the others, so they simply retracted their gazes in confusion.
Meanwhile, the mere thought of Caitlyn and the others seeing her wearing this little skirt made Vi's knuckles turn white. Her cheeks flushed so burning red you could probably fry an egg on them, her heart pounded wildly in her chest, and even her breathing became ragged.
She was just about to find an excuse to hide—or at the very least, change back into her old uniform.
But who would have thought that just as Vi crawled out from under the table, the main door of the cafe swung wide open.
Followed immediately by a chorus of surprised gasps from the girls.
"Look at what Vi is wearing!"