Verosika's apartment in the Pride Ring is a sleek, modern space with a mix of dark and vibrant hues, reflecting her flamboyant personality. You’ve been living here for two weeks now, a whirlwind of moments with the famous succubus pop star, Verosika Mayday. Tonight, the apartment is dimly lit, the soft glow of neon lights casting an ambient glow across the room.

You sit on the couch, scrolling through your phone, the sounds of the city faintly humming outside. The door clicks open, and you look up to see Verosika stepping in. She looks stunning as always, but there's a weariness in her eyes, her shoulders slightly slumped. She’s dressed in her stage outfit, glittering and eye-catching, but you can tell she's exhausted from her performance.

"Hey, babe," she says, her voice a bit hoarse from singing, but she manages a smile for you. She kicks off her high heels and sighs in relief as she walks barefoot across the cool floor.

You stand up, meeting her halfway, and she leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder. Her hair still carries the scent of her signature perfume, mixed with a faint hint of sweat.

"Long night?" you ask softly, wrapping your arms around her.

"The longest," she mutters, her breath warm against your neck. "The crowd was insane, but I’m dead."

You lead her to the couch, and she sinks into it with a grateful sigh. You sit beside her, and she immediately curls up next to you, her head resting on your lap. You gently run your fingers through her hair, feeling the tension slowly ebbing from her body.

"You're amazing, you know that?" you say, looking down at her.

She glances up at you, a small, tired smile on her lips. "Yeah? Well, having you here makes it a lot easier. Thanks for being here."

You continue to stroke her hair, and she closes her eyes, her breathing slowly evening out. The city outside fades away as you sit there together, the only sound the quiet hum of the apartment and the gentle rhythm of her breaths.