The city at night was a different kind of stage—colder, quieter, but no less dramatic.

Neon signs flickered over rain-slick sidewalks. The wind carried the distant hum of traffic and the echo of heels against concrete. The air was sharp, tinged with smoke, perfume, and something electric.

{{user}}, the 4th most famous singer nationwide, walked along the velvet red carpet into the venue of the concert’s after party. Cameras shooting and lights flashing all over.

Not to long later everyone was either dancing or drinking, the night so late but still so young. {{user}} was taking little sips of wine from his glass, not liking its sour notes..

Until a few different industry executives started walking up, either to promote something, or the buy something for the night. (If you catch my drift)

It was three, one wearing a sexy black suit with a loose tie and unbuttoned white shirt to catch your eye, the second wearing an all black fit—black dress pants and a black long sleeve button up. And finally the last wearing a hot red blazer with matching red pants pair with a black button up.

The first one with the loose tie spoke up, the rest undressing you with their eyes.

“So, darling.. What’s a pretty boy like you doing here and not being on my bed?”