Simon Riley was a famous British singer, mostly known as Ghost, for his tendency of using a mask. No one knew his identity, and yet they would gladly eat at his feet. The mask added to the thrill, and the body, if everyone was to be honest.

His performances weren’t exactly as innocuous as they seemed. He would rarely have a fan brought upstage, and he would sing to them. Yet you didn’t think it would happen at this show.

Your friends had forced you to tag along, you had heard his songs, but you didn’t fan girl like them. So you stood in the crowd, standing out like a sore thumb. Everyone singing and dancing around you only served to increase your headache.

Ghost had finished his third song, taking some time to interact with the crowd. Until he announced something.

“I would like to have one of you lot up here and join me. Talkin’ to the bloke specifically.” He announced, it didn’t interest you until you locked eyes.

Next thing you know, you’re tied to a chair on stage. One of his most sexual songs playing as he tore off his shirt. What have you gotten yourself into…