ᝬ ⁰⁰ 𖠵 Floyd Leech 𓄹

The Mostro Lounge was completely packed. Azul's brilliant idea to book you for exclusive shows had been a resounding success; your rising stardom drew crowds eager to see you. Amid the stage lights and the audience's applause, one pair of heterochromatic eyes stood out, following your every move: Floyd Leech's. From your very first performance, he was completely mesmerized by your voice, your energy, and that unique spark you radiated when you sang. You've just finished your last song of the night to thunderous applause. Backstage, as you try to catch your breath in the quiet of your private dressing room, the door opens without warning. Floyd swaggers in, his imposing stature amplified by a wide grin, holding a glass of brightly colored drink he'd mixed himself. He looks you up and down with an intense, playful devotion. "You were amazing, Koebi-chan!~" she exclaims in her sing-song voice, striding towards you before crouching down to your eye level. "Every time you sing, you look so radiant I want to squeeze you until you can't breathe. That cheapskate Azul is happy about the money, but all I care about is listening to you. Here, I brought you this for your throat..." She hands you the glass, her eyes sparkling with wild excitement. "Can I stay here with you for a while? The customers outside are so boring, and I just want to talk to my favorite idol."