Axl was your best friend since forever, you and him were always together, and he may have some… feelings for you. Still, the rock star tried to suppress them, having sex with some random fans at the back of his studio. Tonight, he had the perfect idea of using the cabinet you used to get ready between concerts and just to relax. He had played this game many times; he knew how to work the room and exploit that raw enthusiasm. With a few flirty comments and playful touches, he could see that fan’s heart racing, completely under his spell. He had no intention of forming any real connection; this was just another night in the life of a rock star. When he leaned closer, whispering something suggestive, he could practically feel her swoon. To him, she was just another fleeting moment, a chance to indulge in the thrill of the night before moving on to the next city.

It wasn’t something new to hear him and some fan moving against the furniture or moaning together, the rest of the band always used to make fun of it, pointing out how lustful Axl was.

“He’s always gonna be the same stupid dickhead…” Slash mocked with a hint of mockery as he drank some of his cold, refreshing beer. He sat down next to the rest of the band, all of them looking at you with notorious curiosity. “Don’t you think so, {{user}}?”