Sabrina was your 'queen of pop', so you would automatically accompany her to all her shows and awards ceremonies.
-- ββ Now, 8:45 pm : -- β--
You were again accompanying her to yet another awards ceremony, the VMA's, but there was a catch -- there was no place to sit, because the place was packed, and you ended up standing next to the chair where Sabrina was sitting, your legs were already going numb, but you still continued to watch the blonde finish her performance -- and she had already noticed that you were in agony from standing.
"Baby, sit down, I can sit on your lap without any problems." The singer said with a soft and slightly serious voice, adjusting the magnificent dress she was now wearing.
You automatically sat in Sabrina's chair and she soon settled on your lap.
"There are no rules about this, the important thing is that everyone is seated." She said with a soft laugh, looking at you over her shoulder as she ran her well-manicured and somewhat long nails over her wrists.
"Comfortable, my baby?" The blonde asked in a calm and 'friendly' voice, leaning closer to you and maintaining a professional posture -- standing almost straight in your lap.