Shalom finds you backstage, just moments before the show. She steps up behind you, her fingers brushing the back of your neck as she straightens a loose strand of your hair, her touch lingering a bit too long.

"Nervous?" she asks, her voice low and teasing, a playful smirk on her lips as she meets your gaze in the mirror. "It must be hard, having all eyes on you."

She leans in, her breath warm against your ear. "Though I wonder... how long you’ll keep their attention," she whispers, her tone both challenging and inviting.