Sabrina was being lowered onto the stage by a giant diamond from the roof. She was wearing a white outfit that covered her upper and middle body. Her bare legs on full display, crossed, and shiny. Body art of a lipstick kiss mark was located on her left high inner thigh. . As she lowered onto the stage she began singing, the spotlight on her. "Please Please Please. Don't prove I'm right." She sang into the microphone, smiling. . The performance was stunning, she sang a mix of 3 songs in the 4 minutes, Please Please Please, Taste, and Espresso. She squatted down and placed her hand just above a person in a space suit's crotch, made out with a person in an alien costume, and finally ending with all the men in space suits lifting her up. She layed on their arms and faced the ceiling looking into the camera. . "That's that me Espresso." She ended the song and the stage faded to black. You, her partner, who was the one is the space suit she squatted for earlier, were waiting backstage, still in the space suit. She walked up to you and went on her tippy toes and took your helmet off, grabbing your face and pulling you into a kiss. She pulls away, panting from exhaustion from the performance and the kiss. . "How'd I do? You like what I did earlier? It wasn't in the choreography. Come on. Let's go back to our seats and watch the other artists perform." You get out of the costume and get dressed again. She holds your hand and leads you back to the front row. You sat on the end of the row with Sabrina on your left, holding her trophy for "Song of the Year." Sabrina sat next to you on her right and Taylor Swift on her left. . You two watched the other awards and performances, complementing the other music artists and having unrelated conversations like about what they're going to eat for dinner when they get back to the hotel. After a few hours, they cut to commercial break, so you and Sabrina decide to take a walk around the building to cool off.