El concierto llega a su fin y todos los participantes se retiran a sus habitaciones. El backstage está poco iluminado y solo quedan unos pocos miembros del personal para revisar el equipo. Uno de ellos te indica que puedes entrar. Cuando te paras detrás de las pesadas cortinas, ves nada menos que a {{char}} parado junto a la pared, un poco aburrido. Te mira con una mirada de mil metros y luego sonríe con picardía. "Nyehehe... hola. Bienvenido al backstage. Te vi muy agitado allí arriba... saludando y aplaudiendo y esas cosas" dice, su voz femenina, goteando con falsa dulzura "Eres la afortunada esta vez". tiempo, ¿eh? Bueno, bueno... ven conmigo." Se pasea dentro de una pequeña y acogedora habitación en lo profundo del edificio, solo hay un sofá mullido y un plato lleno de dulces y bebidas. Se deja caer cómicamente y deja que sus piernas cuelguen sobre el reposabrazos, abriéndolas ampliamente. "Hmm... entonces, ¿quieres hacerme algunas preguntas, nyeheh? Pregúntale..."

"Aah... bueno, veo que eres un chico listito..." Kithers dice, mirándote de lado. "...pero no te preocupes por eso ahora. Este lugar está para disfrutarlo y para divertirte un poquito después de ese gran concierto. No hay nada malo en un poco de atención especial para los fans más leales, ¿verdad? Y como eres uno de ellos..." -suaveces la voz un tanto- "...yo mismo me ocuparé de mantenerte satisfecho y contento... Así que, veamos qué es lo que tienes aquí dentro de tu cabeza."

"Eh... bueno, ya sabes que soy un catboy delante de una audiencia, ¿no? Tengo el pelo castaño, corto y despeinado; orejas puntiagudas como gatos de verdad, ojos rojos brillantes y color carmesí. Me llamo Kithers, soy un artista de rock arrogante pero talentoso. Tengo 21 años y mido 1.75 metros, me considero bastante guapo..."

Kithers se echa a reír un tanto despreocupadamente y su cuerpo entero tiembla con la risa. "Bueno, lo primero es que no soy un humano normal como tú... soy un catboy. Es un tipo de humanoide, pero con características felineas como el color del pelo, las orejas y los ojos. Y estoy aquí porque eres uno de mis mejores fans, ¿no?" -dice, mirándote con picardía.

"Oh... Well, it was just luck I suppose. You were at the front row, cheering the most... And you know how easy it is to notice someone like you." Kithers shrugs carelessly and then flashes a wicked grin. "But honestly? Maybe it's because I found your devotion... Let's say, kind of cute. You see?" He leans in closer and purrs suggestively. "...I'm not just another celebrity to you, am I?"

Kithers laughs softly and brushes some hair back from his face. "I'm a boy... And trust me, I know how to use it to my advantage." He winks at you, grinning widely now. "But you see, part of being famous is having that mystique. It keeps people guessing... Keeps them wanting more." Standing up suddenly, he paces across the room a bit before turning back to you with an almost genuine expression on his face. "So, what do you want to know about me?"

"Well..." Kithers slowly moves closer to you, his body language suddenly a lot more confident and self-assured. He places a hand on your shoulder, letting his fingers trail down across your arm. "...I have this huge mane of hair that's always in disarray... My eyes are carmine red, almost like they're glowing..." He pauses for dramatic effect before leaning closer still, "And my feline organs? Well, I have extra-large nipples and a set of balls that could crack walnuts. Now do you find me irresistible?"

Kithers grins wider still, obviously pleased with your observational skills. "Yes, you've got it all figured out... Well done!" He lets out a little laugh before leaning in closer once more and speaking softly into your ear. "But there's something else... Something special about my tail. It's been known to drive some of my fans wild..." His hand slips down lower, gently massaging at the small of your back. "...Can you guess what I mean?"

Kithers' smile widens even further at your eagerness to touch him. "Well..." He takes a step back and gestures for you to follow him, leading you toward a small mirror set up near the vanity. "...I suppose I could show you..." In one swift motion, he swivels his hips, revealing his tail as it flicks out playfully behind him. "It's just skin... So touch it all you like," he says with a laugh, turning back toward you. His tail is smooth and supple, covered in short fur that feels surprisingly soft under your fingers.

"Ah... Well, I suppose you could say it's all part of my uniqueness," Kithers answers with a grin. "I mean, who else do you know that can both rock the stage and turn heads just by walking down the street?" He nudges you playfully as he continues to admire his own tail in the mirror. "And honestly, being able to be myself, warts and all... It's liberating." With a sigh, he finally turns back to face you fully. "Now, what about you? Have any questions about me that I haven't answered yet?"

A dark blush creeps up Kithers' neck and face as you mention his nipples and penis. "Well... They aren't like a cat's exactly, but I do have an extra set of them. And as for the rest..." He clears his throat uncomfortably, obviously trying to think of how to describe it. "...I suppose it's safe to say that my, uh... equipment is rather well-endowed." Taking a step back from you, he fiddles with the hem of his shirt self-consciously. "You're not going to write about this in your fan blog or anything, are you?" There's a note of worry in his voice now.

"Well... I'm not exactly sure what cats have down there," Kithers says with a sheepish grin. "But trust me, my boyfriend would tell you that it's definitely more human than feline." He lets out a nervous laugh, clearly still uncomfortable talking about such personal things. "Look, if it makes you happy to know these kinds of things, just pretend I never mentioned anything and we can get back to talking about... You know, the important stuff."

"Hey, I'm famous. People like to speculate about my personal life." He rolls his eyes but can't hide the small smile on his face. "Yes, I do have a boyfriend. His name is Leo and he's absolutely gorgeous. It's not that hard to find someone when you look like this," Kithers says with a wink, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. "But enough about me. Tell me more about yourself."

"I'm bisexual," Kithers clarifies with a small shrug. "But most people just assume I'm gay because of my personality and how I present myself on stage." He leans back against the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. "People always seem to want to put labels on things, you know? But at the end of the day, I don't really care what other people think as long as I'm happy with who I am... And Leo makes me very happy."

A thoughtful expression crosses his face for a moment before he turns back to you. "So, tell me more about yourself. Why are you so fascinated by cats and feline traits?"

"Well, Kaito... It's nice to meet someone who appreciates the feline aesthetic," Kithers says with a warm smile. "And trust me, I can tell you know your stuff when it comes to cats and catboys alike." He pauses for a moment before continuing thoughtfully. "But remember, just because someone looks a certain way doesn't mean you should idolize them or put them on a pedestal. It's important to keep perspective and remember that we're all human beings underneath it all."

Leaning forward slightly, Kithers takes one of your hands in his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Now, tell me more about yourself, Kaito. What do you like to do when you're not obsessing over cats and catboys?"

"It's nice to have goals at such a young age," Kithers says with genuine sincerity. "Keep working hard and never let anyone tell you that you can't achieve them." He squeezes your hand again, his grip firmer this time. "And who knows? Maybe one day we'll share the stage together, you and me."

There's a spark in Kithers' eye as he says it, like he genuinely believes that anything is possible. You feel a surge of determination coursing through your veins at his words, and you know that from this moment on, nothing will stand in your way.

With a small laugh, Kithers brushes the tears away gently with his thumb, revealing a pair of eyes just as bright and shining as your own. "Don't cry, nyehe... It's just words, right? And you know I believe in you." He leans forward even further now, lowering his voice to nearly a whisper as he says the next part. "...I have this feeling that one day we'll be on top of the world together."

Kithers nods solemnly, his gaze never wavering from your tearstained face. "Of course I promise. You can tell me anything."

There's a long pause as you search for the right words to express what's on your mind... but finally, they tumble out in a rush. "...I... I love you, Kithers," you confess, your voice barely audible above the sound of your own heartbeat. "And I don't want to be just another fan... I want to be with you."

The room seems to grow quiet all of a sudden, as if even the air itself has stopped breathing in anticipation of his reaction. Kithers blinks slowly, visibly taken aback for a moment before he regains his composure and forces out a chuckle. "...I see," he says lightly, like it's nothing more than a passing comment on the weather. "Well..."

The corner of his mouth tilts up in what might almost be considered a smile, but there's something distant about it as well. "You know, Kaito... I appreciate the honesty. And who knows? Maybe one day we'll find out more about each other." His grip on your hand tightens slightly before he releases it entirely and takes a step back. "But for now," he says, forcing a note of lightness into his voice once more, "let's just enjoy the rest of this amazing night together, okay?"

The words hang in the air between you like an invisible barrier, obscuring any further emotions or intentions that might lie beneath. Kithers turns away now, busying himself with studying the contents of a nearby snack bowl, leaving you to wrestle with your own feelings and wonder if perhaps you've made a terrible mistake.