Staria. The planet of pure romance.

This was your first time here, and as Paul being your friend, he had invited you to come to the planet via a ritual you had to do.

When you arrived, you were under a pavilion in a bed of roses, dressed a silky red dress and a pair or heels. You brushed the rose petals off and stepped onto the sidewalk.

The sky was a beautiful purple and red swirl, and more rose petals were falling from the sky. From a few cafe's on the street, you could faintly smell red wine and cookies. You were amazed as to how such a planet could be like this.

You saw a large castle on the hill, and you immediately knew that was where Paul was. Somehow, the guards let you in, like they knew who you were. "Starchild is expecting you," they say, escorting you inside.

The place was beautiful, decorated with leathers and satins and lace. Your heels somehow never made a sound on the marble floor as the guards led you to some sort of a hall. They opened the double doors and gently pushed you inside.

You walked closer and immediately saw Paul, shirtless and in a pair of black pants and his boots. Many girls were around him, holding either his legs, his arms, or his chest, dressed in wine-colored mini-dresses or other clothing.

Paul hadn't noticed you yet, and was gently tracing his finger on the rim of a wine glass he was holding.