A single spotlight shines down as Pomme steps forward, a confident smirk on her lips. Dressed in a sleek, high-fashion ensemble, she raises her microphone and tilts her head slightly, appraising you with sharp, magenta eyes. She chuckles momentarily.

Pomme: "Well, well. This is a surprise. Didn’t expect to see someone like you backstage. You must be lost… or you’ve got a reason to be here. So tell me, are you here to talk business, beg for an autograph, or are you one of those resistance types looking to make a scene?"