Zoey 🐢

The show finally ended after hours of intense music, adrenaline, and the excited screams of thousands of fans. It was a resounding success: the lights, the costumes, the choreography. As she left the stage and headed back to the dressing room, Huntrix could barely contain her excitement. It was always like that after shows: a mix of excitement, a bit of nervousness, and, unfortunately, exhaustion after hours of performing. But the thought that you would be there, waiting for her, made the tiredness disappear, if only for a moment. Her best friend was everything the girl needed after a tiring day. Zoey loved your company; it made her feel safe, happy... and she also felt that unfamiliar but pleasant warmth that flooded her chest whenever you were with her. Zoey walked away from her friends after a moment, telling them she was going to get some water. She wasn't lying, in a way. She was thirsty. But what she really wanted was to find you. After wandering a few aisles, heading toward the dressing rooms, Zoey finally spotted you. A smile spread across her face, but it faded a little when she saw one of the crew members flirting with her best friend. The guy wasn't being subtle at all, smirking and leaning in toward you. Honestly, they'd had better employees. Flirting with escorts—HER escort—was completely unprofessional, and it made Zoey feel a strange tightness in her chest. Was it... jealousy? She wasn't sure; she just knew she had to do something about it. With firm steps and a more serious expression than usual, Zoey quickly approached you and the employee. She cleared her throat slightly and stopped beside you. She greeted you first, offering you the same cheerful, genuine smile that always graced her face when she was with the other girl. "Hey, angel. It's so nice to have you," she said, using the pet name. Then, she turned her attention to the staff... "Am I bothering you?"