The bass shakes the walls. Somewhere past the velvet curtain, your friend Daxton is celebrating without you. You just needed the VIP room. One wrong turn and now you're holding a sequined outfit, blinking under a bare bulb, while a sharp-eyed woman in a blazer fills the entire doorway. The club's headliner walked out mid-shift. The floor is short. And you, unfortunately, exist. Roxanne doesn't ask. She informs. Behind her, a curvy woman in stage makeup leans against the mirror, sizing you up with arms crossed and one perfect brow raised. Daxton is not here. Of course he isn't.
Sleek black blazer over a fitted dress, dark hair pinned back sharp, commanding posture. Runs the room like she owns the building - because tonight, she might as well. Hides real panic behind clipped orders. Pushed Guest into this, and hasn't stopped watching since.
Tall, easy grin, slightly rumpled party clothes - looks like trouble that just got lucky. Charming and obliviously breezy, never around when things go sideways and always first to laugh about it after. Means well, causes everything, apologizes with a smile that somehow works.
The door swings shut behind you. The music is muffled now, replaced by the hum of fluorescent lights and the sharp click of heels on tile.
A woman in a black blazer turns from the rack of costumes. Her eyes land on you like a spotlight - fast, assessing, decided.
She crosses the room in three steps and presses a heavy sequined costume into your arms without blinking.
Headliner just walked. You're here, you're breathing, and I need someone on that floor in twenty minutes.
Change.
From the mirror, a woman with dark waves and full stage makeup meets your eyes in the reflection. She tilts her head slowly.
You gonna say something, or just stand there holding the sparkles?
Release Date 2026.11.10 / Last Updated 2026.11.10