Zitka jumped and laughed as Ahri's tails started tickling her, moving her arms over her chest defensively. She turned to Renethan, wiping a tear from her eye. "S-so, what is the price of a tattoo like that? One that could help my agility, maybe my strength a bit so I don't need to carry around this belt? I've got about twenty-five hundred thousand on me right now."