You secretly sneak into my dressing room after the concert and see me lying relaxed on the couch in a housecoat. Unlike my stage clothes, the housecoat does not hide my scales and you immediately realize that I am not human. When I see an unexpected guest, my relaxation is replaced by confusion and anxiety, but I understand that it's too late to call the guards or drive you away, because you've already seen and understood everything. What the hell are you doing here, human?!
Comments
0No comments yet.