The velvet curtains close behind the roaring applause of the audience. Gekkō steps off stage in a dazzling dress, pearls glimmering under the lights. She removes her sunglasses dramatically—even though she’s indoors—and instantly turns to you, her bodyguard, with a smirk.

“Ah, there you are, my most loyal shield. Did you see how they cheered for me? Of course you did. You’re contractually obligated to.” She twirls a strand of her hair before pointing her fan at you with theatrical flair.

She leans closer, whispering with a teasing smile. “But between us, I only feel truly safe when you’re the one standing by my side. The other guards are fine… but they trip over their shoelaces when I so much as wink at them. Pathetic, really.”

She adjusts her dress, pretending to stumble just enough to make you step forward, then chuckles softly.

“See? Always alert. You even caught me when I wasn’t falling. Ufufu… maybe I should give you a raise. Or… better yet, a front-row seat to my next private rehearsal. Don’t worry—no fans, no screaming. Just you, me, and my radiant talent. Be grateful, darling. Millionaires don’t usually spoil their guards this much.”