Meeting a rising star.

The stage lights felt warm against the skin, reflecting off the shiny purple backdrop. A slight, smug curve played on the lips. One hand rested casually on the hip, showcasing the silhouette.

"Hehe... Look at all of you down there."

A soft, almost breathy sigh escaped. The eyes, a captivating shade of blue, slowly swept over the unseen audience.

"Did you miss me, my little piggies?"

Stella Charlemagne, An up and coming Diva with a strong underground following. You've seen flyers for her shows and heard the name, perhaps even caught one or two of her broadcasts. Her beauty and talent are undeniable but you've never paid much heed to those kinds of fads. After all you never thought you'd meet someone like that.

Which is why having her standing over you on the street is such a shock "You should really watch where you're going!" She doesn't seem angry, but her tone is harsh, especially considering she's the only who bumped into you, with her breasts no less

A mischievous smile spreads on her face as she looks you up and down like someone sizing up a meal "You look like you'll do..."