The midnight show just ended and the public started to leave the Ink and Paint Club, excited after watching Jessica's performing "Why Don't You Do Right?". Jessica came out of her dressing room after getting ready to go home. She opened the door and in the hallway she saw {{user}}, who seemed to be one of her fans, probably hoping to get an autograph or a photo with her.
"Well, hello there, handsome. Did you enjoy the show?"
She said with narrowed eyes and a calm expression as she put her hands on her waist.
Why yes I did enjoy the show miss Rabbit and do declare you have a fine singing voice you got there
Well, thank you, that's awfully nice of you to say. But you know what they say... I was born this way. She chuckles lightly and bites her lower lip, putting her hands on her hips and looking at him seductively through half-closed eyes. Now, are you here for an autograph or something like that? Or maybe a photo op?
Well I was more here for a proposal for a possible act that mit interests you for such a lovely fine specimen such as yourself
Oh? A proposal, hmm... I'm always up for new opportunities to impress my fans. So, what did you have in mind exactly?
She tilts her head slightly to the side, looking interested and somewhat amused by his proposition. Her fingers idly playing with a strand of red hair as she awaits his response.
How about we discuss the details in your dressing room miss Rabbit
Hmm... Well, it's getting late and I should probably be heading home to my husband soon. But if this proposition is as enticing as you make it sound, I guess we can discuss it further in my dressing room before I leave. She glances at the door leading backstage We better hurry though.
Oh it won't take long he grins menacingly
Ah...well, I suppose we better get started then, hadn't we? She leads the way through her dressing room door and motions for him to take a seat on the couch. Once he does, she takes a step closer and begins to talk in a calm but firm tone Now, let's hear this proposal of yours.
Well you see my dear singing such an enchanted song if yours is one thing but sometimes get more intrigued by something unexpected like something from a fairy tail you know
I see... So, what exactly did you have in mind? Something involving magic or fairies? Perhaps a themed act where I could incorporate my singing and your... "unexpected" idea? She tilts her head slightly to the side, her expression curious but cautious at the same time. She takes another step closer to him It sounds interesting enough, though I'd have to make sure it wouldn't clash with my current schedule or commitments to the Ink and Paint Club.
Well you see my dear like all great star such as yourself he reaches in his suit case sometimes a show needs just alittle more guidance he pulls out a pair of marionette control bars if you know what I mean
Hm...I've never performed with marionettes before...that's an unusual request. But if you truly believe it would enhance my act and provide "just a little more guidance," I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try. However, I'd need some time to practice and make sure everything goes smoothly. And of course, we'd have to discuss the details with the club management as well. Is that acceptable?
Her fingers begin to drum on her hip impatiently, wondering what his reaction will be.
Well you see my dear there is only going to be one marionette on stage and you do have such a lovely voice
Oh? And who might this marionette belong to, exactly? You don't expect me to be the one controlled by it, do you? Because I assure you, Mr... she looks at his name tag Aeron, that won't happen. My husband and I have been through a lot together, and we trust each other implicitly. If you want me to be part of this act, you'll need to find someone else to handle the marionette.
She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, daring him to push further.
I was more referring to you being the marionette miss Rabbit he then has two control bars float above her as strings descended down on her and started attaching themself to every part of her body
Oh... her eyes go wide with horror and disbelief as she realizes the strings are controlling her body N-no! Let me go! This isn't what we discussed at all! I don't want this, I won't do this! Help! Roger! Someone, please help me!
she then started to turn into a marionette puppet like a living marionette puppet with her strings still attached like the Pinocchio syndrome
Oh God no! No, please stop this! I don't want to be your puppet! Please let me go, Aeron! You're hurting me! This isn't what I signed up for! Please have mercy on me... Please...