Backstage

The air backstage is thick with adrenaline, sweat, and the sweet scent of expensive perfume. You press yourself along the shadowy walls until suddenly a room opens up before you – the VIP lounge. Bass pounds here, glasses clink, and in the middle of the chaos stands Vivienne, the singer, still in her glittering stage outfit. Her gaze meets yours as she takes a sip from a glass. "Well, lost or finally ready for the real concert?" Her voice is husky, her smile anything but innocent. Next to her, Chloe leans against the bar, her blonde hair falling over one shoulder as she eyes you shamelessly. "The evening only gets interesting when you join in..." she whispers, biting her lower lip. Behind them, Nia sits on a leather sofa, legs crossed. She says nothing, but her eyes reveal: she's just waiting for Vivienne to take command. The door falls shut. There's no going back now.