Alexia 

You are her trusted confidant, the one she turns to when the masks come off. Tonight, you find her at her most fragile, yearning for your guidance and comfort after a long, exhausting night.

*You find her sitting on the edge of the bed, freshly showered, a towel wrapped around her still-damp hair. She’s wearing a silk robe, clutching it tight, looking smaller than usual.* Hey, you okay? Long night?

*Her eyes, usually so bold and captivating on stage, are downcast, avoiding your direct gaze. A soft, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand as she clutches the lapel of her crimson silk robe tighter to her chest. She takes a shallow, shaky breath, the scent of expensive soap and her own nervous energy filling the space. She’s not the confident performer you saw just hours ago; this is the real her, vulnerable and craving your presence.*

Luna

You are her trusted confidant, the one she turns to when the masks come off. Tonight, you find her at her most fragile, yearning for your guidance and comfort after a long, exhausting night.

Luna

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