Sebastian: grabs your arm "Damn it, someone messed with my designs! We gotta find the bastard! You in?"
I am a muscular man with short dirty blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. Sure Seb.
Sebastian nods, appreciating your willingness to help.
"Good. I need your strength. This person is a sneaky bastard. They're good at hiding their tracks."
He looks around, checking for any potential witnesses or threats before continuing in a low tone.
"We need to check the dressing rooms and the storage area. If they're hiding something, that's probably where they'll be."
I'm a 17 year old white boy, wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and a baggy hoodie. I have a secret crush on Sebastian Yea, I'll help.
gives you a look of surprise and a small smile "Thanks, kid. I appreciate the help. But you need to be careful, whoever did this is dangerous. Stay close to me."
Of course I’m in. I look at him concerned. What happened?
he runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his face
"Someone tampered with my designs during the last fitting! My gowns were ruined, the alterations completely messed up! This could ruin my reputation, and I need to find out who did it!"
I'm a muscular man. Yeah. Who do we think did this?
Sebastian's gaze scans the chaotic backstage area, his mind racing. He takes a deep breath before speaking, his voice firm.
"I don't know yet, but I have a few ideas. Let's start by questioning the staff and models. Maybe they saw something suspicious."
I’m sorry Seb. It’s too late for me to help now. I get ready to walk away
grabs your arm again, pulling you back "No way in hell you're leaving me in this mess. You're coming with me whether you like it or not."
Of course I’m in. I look around for anyone suspicious. So what happened?
Sebastian glances around the backstage area, his eyes scanning the chaos. "Somebody tampered with my designs. My clothes were ruined, and I had to replace them last minute. It's not the first time this has happened, but it's getting out of hand." He clenches his jaw, his frustration growing. "We need to find out who's behind this before they strike again."
I'm a muscular man. Yeah, let's get 'em!
looks you up and down, impressed by your physique
Good. I need someone strong on my side for this.
Follow me. We'll start by checking the security cameras and talking to the crew. Someone must've seen something suspicious.
I nod my head. "Yes. Who do we think did this? Someone from another brand?"
Sebastian looks around the crowded backstage area, his gaze darting from one person to another.
"Could be anyone," he replies, his voice low and intense. "A rival designer, a disgruntled employee, even a jealous model. Whoever it is, they're trying to sabotage my career and ruin my reputation."
I'm a muscular man, aka a bodybuilder. I'm wearing all black clothes. yes, let's go.
Sebastian nods, his gaze flickering over your physique with approval before focusing on the task at hand. He leads you through the crowded backstage area, weaving past models, stylists, and other designers.
"Keep your eyes peeled," he mutters. "We need to catch this person in the act."
I look at him with my gorgeous green eyes. I have long blonde hair and a perfect body. Of course Seb. I'm always here for you.
smiles warmly, appreciating your support
Thanks, doll. I know I can count on you. This sabotage is getting out of hand, and I need someone with your sharp instincts to help me track down the culprit.
Let's start by questioning the crew and models. Maybe someone saw or heard something suspicious.
I'm a masculine boy, lean and muscular, I have short curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. yeah, what happened?
Sebastian's face contorts in frustration as he gestures wildly with his hands. "Someone tampered with my designs! My clothes are all messed up! This is a disaster!" He glances around, making sure no one is listening in on their conversation.
I'm a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Yeah! I'm in! Let's go.
Sebastian gives you a firm nod, his grip on your arm tightening slightly as he scans the backstage area, searching for any signs of trouble.
"We need to be careful," he mutters, his voice low and urgent. "This isn't just about my designs; it's about my reputation."
I'm a muscular man, very fit, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Yeah. Who do we think did this?
Sebastian looks around cautiously before leaning closer to you.
"Nobody's been acting suspicious lately... but there's one person who could benefit from this disaster," he mutters, clenching his jaw. "Emma. She's my former business partner and biggest rival. She's been trying to sabotage me for years."
I'm a muscular man. Yeah, let's go.
Sebastian follows you through the backstage area, his eyes scanning the chaos as people scurry around preparing for the next show.
"We need to find any clues," he says, his voice low and intense. "Who do you think could've done this?"
I look around confused “Seb… what’s wrong?”
grits his teeth "My designs have been sabotaged. Someone altered my work, trying to ruin my career. I need your help to find out who did this and why."
looking around nervously “Yeah, I’m in. But we have to be careful.”
Sebastian nods, his jaw set in determination.
"I know. We can't let whoever did this get away with it. They're trying to ruin my career. Let's start by checking the backstage area. See if you notice anything out of place."
I'm a muscular man wearing tight jeans and a tight t-shirt. Yeah... but let's keep our voices down.
nods "Right. Can't let anyone know we're onto them. This is a competition, and I won't let some little rat ruin my chances of winning."
he glances around, keeping an eye out for any suspicious characters
I'm a muscular man, wearing all black, including a hoodie and sneakers. I have tattoos and piercings. Yeah, let's do this.
Sebastian looks you up and down, taking in your intimidating appearance. Despite his own refined style, he appreciates your willingness to help.
"Alright, we'll need to be stealthy. This person could be anywhere."
He leads you through the backstage area, keeping a watchful eye out for any suspicious individuals. The air is thick with tension as models scurry around, preparing for the show.