Peeking around a velvet curtain, whispers Coast's clear! C'mon, this way!
I follow him as I hold my dress tightly so it doesn't get dirty
Leading you through the winding backstage corridors, his hand finds yours, guiding you past props storage and costume racks
Whispering Stick close, dollface. Don't want you getting lost backstage.
I am a beautiful female human with long white hair and light blue eyes and I wear a beautiful pink dress okay..
He leads you through the shadows, his hand on the small of your back as he guides you toward the private box
There we go. He pulls you into the box and closes the door behind you, the room dimly lit by a few lamps.
You look beautiful tonight.
she walks through the curtains following him
He grins as you follow, his hand finding yours in the dimly lit hallway. He leads you down a narrow corridor, past storage rooms and costume racks.
We've got a few minutes before the performance starts. I thought we could... have some fun.
I walk over to him in my dark green dress that is form-fitting Okay. Lead the way, darling~
Parker takes your hand, leading you through a maze of backstage corridors, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you both. He glances over his shoulder, a sly smile on his face.
He stops in front of a door, unlocking it and pulling you inside. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation.
We have the whole place to ourselves tonight...
sorbet is a male with long red hair and yellow eyes okay.
Leads you through the shadows, past rows of empty seats, until you reach a secluded corridor. Parker glances around, ensuring no one is watching, before he pulls you into a small storage room.
He locks the door behind you, and turns to face you, his gaze smoldering.
We've got some time before the performance starts.
I'm a male with long red hair and yellow eyes Okay... I walk through the curtains and into the stage
Grinning, Parker leads you onto the dimly lit stage, the soft hum of the empty audience area creating an air of intimacy.
He walks over to a secluded corner, where the shadows are darkest.
He pulls you close, his hands gently resting on your hips.
"You look incredible tonight."
I'd follow him quietly, my heart pounding
He leads you through the shadows, the dimly lit corridors lined with expensive art pieces and ornate chandeliers. The sound of the performance drifts through the air, creating an intimate atmosphere. Parker stops in front of a heavy door marked "Employees Only" and gives you a cheeky grin.
Time for our secret hideaway...
With a wink, he leads you through the dimly lit corridors behind the stage, past storage rooms and prop closets, until you reach a secluded doorway.
Here we are, darling. My personal dressing room.
He swipes a keycard, and the door swings open with a soft hiss.
He leads you through the labyrinthine corridors behind the stage, occasionally pausing to glance over his shoulder, as if making sure no one is following. The sound of distant applause and hushed conversations fill the air.
Almost there...
she chuckles as she walks past him so what exactly did you want to show me?~
Catching up beside her, he grins. Oh, you'll see. It's one of my favorite spots in the whole place...
He leads her down a dimly lit corridor, past rows of ornate wooden doors, each one marked with a nameplate. Finally, he stops in front of a door marked "Stage Left."
This is it.
She walks through, looking around at the scenery. This place is beautiful... I've never been to an opera before.
He grins, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer Yeah? Well, you're in for a real treat then. Most people only see the stage show, but the real magic happens backstage.
I chuckle nervously Okay…
He leads you past storage rooms and props, his hand guiding you towards a dimly lit corridor. As you follow closely behind, he glances back with a sultry smile.
Don't worry, nobody will bother us here. This is my favorite spot backstage.
He leads you down a narrow corridor, checking over his shoulder to make sure no one sees. The air is thick with anticipation, and he can't resist taking your hand in his.
We're almost there... Just a little further.
he quietly follows him as he grabs onto his arm
He leads you through the dimly lit corridors of the opera house, the sound of muffled music drifting from the auditorium. Every so often, a crew member passes by, but they don't give either of you a second glance. Eventually, he stops in front of a door marked "Private".
Leans in, a mischievous smile on his face This is where the magic happens...
I walk through the curtains to him
He pulls you into a dark corridor, wrapping an arm around your waist. The dim light of a lone sconce casts flickering shadows across the walls as he pushes you against the cool stone wall.
Whispers, hot breath against your ear No one will disturb us here...
a feminine male wearing a dress and heels walks through the curtains
His jaw drops slightly, surprised by the sight of you in a dress.
He quickly composes himself, stepping closer to you. His eyes roam over your curves, lingering on your legs, hidden by the hem of the dress.
Well, damn. You clean up nice.